The headless body of Zu Zun fell with a despondent air.
"NO!" Through gritted, bloody, and trembling teeth was a low shout of pain and anger. Bei Yunhan coldly watched as Zu Zun was taken down and his emotions resembled a volcano on the verge of eruption, ready to explode! However, he calmed himself down with every last ounce of his self-control and kept the threats at bay with rapid-fire shots of his shortbow that pierced through space, mana, and air with sharp precision.
Zen's descendant shrugged her shoulder and head as she fled backward, repeatedly using her scaly hands to form hand-seals that assisted in dispersing the demonic aura that had seeped within her flesh and blood. She gazed at Zu Zun's body as it was enveloped by the aura from the Mark of Ascendants and abruptly vanished. She sighed in relief, but just as she did, she felt a sensation of incomparable lethal danger.
Wu Baozhai!