"Farewell!" As her words fell, Yan Xiaoyi kicked off the ground with a burst of fierce force.
Accompanied by a crisp snap, Old Ghost Jíyīn was instantly reduced to a pile of ice shards, body and soul completely obliterated.
*Swish!* Leng Qingxue sheathed her sword and turned to look at the dumbfounded Demonic Cultivators. "What should we do with these people? Kill them all?"
Chapter 409