Sang Luo's expression was dazed. "Is this still an Illusion Technique?"
He said, "It is not."
"What about the Insect King?"
"I have already killed the Insect King."
"Then let's hurry and go. I have a terrible feeling—" Before she could finish her sentence, a chill spread through her chest. Sang Luo looked down to see a sharp, black insect claw piercing straight through her. Standing behind her was none other than Lou Xianyue.
Sang Luo's eyes widened. Staring at the blood gushing from her chest, her body fell stiffly backward.
Lou Xianyue's long, silver hair morphed into long, curly, dark-green locks, and his cold, aloof face twisted into one that was incredibly fey and wicked. Shi Yi gazed at the female, who had died with her eyes wide open, and chuckled. "When a simple, delicate little female goes out all by herself, she can run into danger, you see."
The next moment, the smile on his face vanished. The corpse on the ground dissipated like smoke, disappearing completely.
