When the experts of the various races couldn't help but extend their divine thoughts out of curiosity to see what was happening on the other side, the situation in the field changed.
The flying ashes filled the sky, drifting around as if they had a mind of their own.
The already slain Yimeng Daoist Saint swept and gathered within those ashes, reappearing in front of Jiang Cheng.
Although his Lifebound Secret Treasure Stele was destroyed by Jiang Cheng, he himself seemed unharmed.
"It's unfortunate, you can't kill me."
The resentful voice carried a strong sense of hatred.
The black robe slowly stretched out, and a bizarre, pitch-black blade appeared in his hand.
Sect Leader Jiang, who had planned to sheathe his sword, was slightly stunned. This person didn't die?
But then he quickly reacted.
This guy is from the Nether Race.
They deal with death every day.
One could even say he is already a dead man and doesn't need any vitality.
