Duanmu Chun and Yao Yulou stood frozen in place, their mouths open as they looked at each other in bewilderment.
Swish swish...
Finally reacting, they hurriedly chased out of the hall, but outside there was no trace of Yin Henzi's figure.
Already vanished without a trace...
When the two returned to the hall, the entire place was as quiet as a pin drop. Now everyone understood one thing: Yin Henzi's Spiritual Shadow was severely wounded, more seriously than anyone had imagined.
No matter if it was the work of the Blood Charm Demon Cat or not, Sikong Jing was inevitably involved.
The mighty Wunian Saint Sect, quasi-sovereign-level existence, had been brought down like this by a mere youngster from the East Dominator Branch.
If this were told, it would shock the heavens and earth.
"Gulp..." Just thinking about it made everyone swallow involuntarily.
