The thick scent of blood wafted through the air, filling the surroundings. The sight of the glaring puddle of flesh and blood before them made one's heart shudder, cold sweat poured out, and their body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Such was the case for Yan Qingjun at this moment.
He had never thought that Lin Zhetian would choose to escape at this time, nor had he thought that Ye Xunhuan could kill him with a single sword!
Just a moment ago, there was a person standing beside him in perfect condition. In the blink of an eye, they had turned into a pool of flesh. The immense shock made Yan Qingjun unable to control his body, which began to tremble like a sieve.
The fear in his heart swept through his entire body, filling every corner, causing his face to turn as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat!
