Hot blood spurted out of the wound in an arc in the air.
Ye Tiange, with his eyes wide open, could hardly believe what had happened. His head fell to the ground with a plop.
At the same time, the arc made of blood also hit the ground.
It was smashed into countless splashes.
Plop!
Plop!
Plop!
Following that, Ye Tiange's body fell from the sky as well.
At the same time, on the other side, the Eight-armed Yaksha and the Red Flamed Drought Demon, which had been in a desperate fight against the Goddess's Guards, also fell to the ground after the death of Ye Tiange.
"What the hell? What happened?"
"Ye Xuan killed Ye Tiange?"
"No way. Is this guy the reincarnation of the god of carnage? Isn't this supposed to be a competition? How come he killed again?"
"Well, I think he did a good thing. Don't you know what the ugly face of the Eternal Night Clan is like?"
"Well, but it is only a competition..."