C286 Snatching

The blood was still warm, the air thick with the scent of destruction, and the severed head on the ground bore an expression of defiance and shock.

Soul Cultivators' eyes were wide as they fixated on the headless body, the silence stretching on.

"Qingyu, did Bai Yeh do this?" Huang Zhiyuan's voice was hoarse as he tore his gaze from the corpse.

Feng Qingyu struggled to find his voice