He failed to see Su Pengju's figure; he only saw a cold, long sword emitting a faint glow.
At the same time, what he saw was the distant battlefield, filled with murderous aura.
His eyes suddenly widened, and in those final moments, he saw the Heavenly Wolf General Wu Qi, bisected, and the five thousand Heavenly Wolf Riders, not far from death.
He also saw three "companions," a man and two women, all with complete Divine Will, turning their heads to look at him.
Their gazes intersected.
Jin Ling's face betrayed disbelief, and his eyes were filled with regret.
"How could this be..."
The world started spinning, and his thoughts gradually ceased.
When Jin Ling's head flew off, his eyes were still open.
...
"He could have escaped."
Yan Bing sighed.
After all, they had come here together as "companions."
Such a meaningless death.
Although Yan Bing always appeared cool and somewhat cruel, her heart was actually quite delicate and sentimental.
