A twisted grimace, at the very least, is a reaction to death.
In front of the expressionless Xie Tian, the anger rekindled in the hearts of the survivors was instantly extinguished by fear.
Perhaps not feeling anything even after witnessing many deaths is truly the quality of a real assassin — so thought the crowd.
Of course, even if they weren't dead, Xie Tian didn't care.
Because the remaining people were destined to die at his hands, just like those who seemed to have fallen to their deaths before, extending his time of survival.
"Be aware, you all know what to do."
The crowd clearly understood.
When Xie Tian forced them to jump off the cliff, they remembered the Ethereal Path, the Seven-colored Stone Tablet, and those who died in vain elsewhere.
Now, they had become those people.
The same unwillingness, the same powerlessness emerged, and they could only tremble as they rose to explore the endless dark path ahead.
The task of helping the two went perfectly.
