Obviously, the Divine just now did not give up even when facing death, perhaps due to deep obsession, or perhaps due to his nature, fighting until the last moment in an attempt to save himself.
Undoubtedly, his target was the Feixian Mountain Remnant Vein, seeking Immortal fate.
Qin Ming and the others followed leisurely, and after a while, they passed through the Mist Gate, immediately hearing the piercing screams, akin to Evil Ghosts wailing in pain, making one's scalp tingle.
The decayed Divine was tumbling incessantly above the mountainous terrain ahead, his black feathers falling one by one, becoming ash in the night wind.
His pale and aged face began to show signs of blood as it cracked and gradually contorted, looking incredibly grim.
Eventually, his wings were left bare, and his hunched human form wrapped in a black robe plunged into the forest, accompanied by a muffled growl, gradually fading into the distance.
"What's happening to him?" Qin Ming asked.
