Yin Cheng walked all the way in silence, even trying to lighten his breathing.
Li Jin was dead, Li Xiang’s soul-summoning art had failed, and the ash on the ground... belonged unmistakably to a fierce bird of prey.
When he touched that section of incompletely burned avian bone, he felt as though Li Xiang was about to devour someone alive. The murderous intent radiating from him was terrifying...
Chapter 44