Like a nightmare that fell from the heavens, the Death Tornado swallowed everything that was alive.
The One-Legged Bull bellowed in a low voice. Gao Peng stored away all the other Familiars into his Familiar Space. Fatty Big Sea placed the divine artifacts on the altar and transformed them into a screen to fend off the Death Tornado.
To their surprise, there were actually some Death Precepts mixed in the Death Tornado. Although it was just a smattering, it was ultimately still a precept. No living thing had the additional energy to help others.
Clang!
The fatal sickle tore into the white figure in front of Zhu Yan. Fresh vermilion blood bloomed like a flower.
Why is it you… Zhu Yan was stunned.
Bai Ze's soul was ripped out from her body. Zhu Yan could read the words she mouthed silently. "Live on."
"No!!!" Zhu yan's eyes were bloodshot as if something had broken in the depths of his heart.