After Wu Xie left, Xue Sha stood alone high in the sky. His body was covered in a rolling red mist, with countless wounds splitting open all over him.
Blood slowly flowed from these wounds, and as soon as it started to flow, Xue Sha's eyes turned a bright crimson red.
In his scarlet eyes, there was a forest of killing intent, and his hatred for Ye Feng grew even stronger, with the desire to kill Ye Feng never fading away.
He gazed into the distance, and from the air, countless murderous auras were swirling wildly. As these murderous auras spread, the surrounding area turned chillingly cold.
"Kid, I will remember today's events. Sooner or later, I will repay this day a thousandfold, a hundredfold." Xue Sha touched his chest and said coldly.
As his voice fell, a strong wind kicked up around him, and his body flashed away in the wind.
In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared without a trace.
