Dead!
The man who had been secretly in contact with Jiao Qingyuan, Lan Xi, was finally hacked to death.
Until his death, he uttered not a single word.
Until his death, he never figured out why this little thief of the Yangxiang Race from Yu Jing City could become a human.
Lan Xi racked his brain, yet he never imagined he would die in such a bewildering way.
Su Yue gasped heavily, cold sweat running down his back in fear.
He was truly frightened.
So close.
A slip in a hundred considerations, no matter how tightly guarded, there is always a flaw.
If not for Wang Anhu and his group jumping off the cliff, and if he hadn't happened to find and save them in this tunnel, he might have escaped today, but not without severe injury.
Lan Xi's greed also provided Su Yue an opportunity.
Otherwise, the precious ore he had painstakingly hidden would have been completely lost.
It was truly a close call.
Like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
