Everyone was utterly shocked, and Ling Zhenfei almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
If Ling Zhenfei had only been heavily injured, he could still have rescued Zhang Zhenlin, but he'd been blasted into fragments; even an Immortal couldn't bring him back.
After spending so long together, they were already like brothers. With their relationship that close, Zhang Zhenlin actually died, and right under his own eyelids—how could he possibly accept that?
The one who took it even worse than Ling Zhenfei was Sun Wei. Sun Wei had known Zhang Zhenlin longer; the two of them clicked perfectly, like real blood brothers.
That blast of Northern Spiritual Energy just now had been blocked for Sun Wei by Zhang Zhenlin; otherwise, who knew who would be the one dead right now.
Sun Wei was spewing great mouthfuls of blood, yet he clutched his treasured sword like a madman and charged straight toward the altar.
"I fuck your ancestors, go to hell!"
