"Me? I don't think I can escape either."
"I can feel my memories, my emotions, slowly fading away," the man caught in Su Qing's World-Purifying Immortal Technique said bitterly.
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
The three of them shouted the same word in unison, their voices resolute and powerful.
Su Qing could sense the emotion behind their words.
It was a resolve to fight him to the death.
Su Qing was happy to oblige.
"O light, born of the chaotic abyss."
"Untamed, you toy with the sunken darkness."
"At the precipice, we trust in the white night of the Black Abyss."
"I return my life unto you!"
The moment the three of them finished the final syllable in unison,
Su Qing immediately sensed something was terribly wrong.
Because the fates of these three men had vanished completely.
The three of them stood in a triangular formation.
Their bodies emanated an indescribable black aura, and all three of them seemed as if they were already dead.
