A moment later, within the Great Night Covering Heaven Realm.
The handsome Demonic Cultivator was now completely charred, his face distorted, his body struggling, walking with extreme difficulty.
Song Yan's gaze fell upon the Fat Daoist.
He hadn't expected these two to be in the same place; there was no need to search for them individually, which saved him some effort.
The Fat Daoist was looking at the three of them in terror.
The third one had died almost instantly.
That meant the same for him.
He continuously retreated, but the darkness behind him seemed endless, and the three opponents maintained the same distance from him.
"A Formation?"
The Fat Daoist was somewhat surprised: "Impossible..."
The two of them had been pulled into this strange night almost in an instant.
"Xin Shan, you colluded with a Righteous Path Cultivator to kill your own brothers, aren't you afraid..."
"Who are your own brothers?"
