"The member of the Battle Race is dead."
Xiahou Chuanwu spoke stiffly.
"What, what?"
Luo Tianba was confused. "Who died?"
"The member of the Battle race!"
Zeng Busan took a deep breath and said in shock, "The member of the Battle race with three heads, six arms, and 12 hands is dead! Look at the ground, his corpse is on the ground!"
Swoosh!
Luo Tianba suddenly came to his senses and looked down at the ground.
As expected, on the ground directly in front of White Emperor City, with three heads and five arms, two halves of the torso of the Sumen Modu were divided into several pieces and scattered on the ground.
Wherever the corpse was, the ground would crack, and thick cracks extended into the distance.
Wisps of smoke slowly floated out of the crack and danced in the sky.
Dead?