At the same time Lin Qiye finished his investigation, the dark and gloomy spatial turbulence was like an arrow that pierced through the void, shattering space until it could never be closed. The chaotic turbulence was like a shark lurking in the deep sea, wanting to devour everything.
"Cough..."
The battle-robed man was covered in blood as he struggled in the spatial turbulence in pain.
Not far behind him was a white-bearded old man. He was like a hunting dog that followed behind its injured prey. It was detestable and disgusting.
Without a doubt, this white-bearded old man was the Heavenly Star Daoist.
"Hehe."
The white-bearded old man let out a strange laugh. He wanted to distract the battle-robed man so he could not focus on breaking free from the spatial turbulence.
"How is this possible?! Why are you still alive?! Didn't Lin Qiye kill you?!" The battle-robed man was stunned. He could not figure it out no matter what.