At this moment, the hearts of the many powerful figures of the Celestial Killer Alliance trembled slightly. They neither accepted the inheritance nor came out, likely facing grim outcomes.
Sure enough, tears sparkled at the corner of Fu Yi's eyes: "Motian, he died in the ruins!"
Motian, really dead?
With these words, the powerful figures of the Celestial Killer Alliance felt a sense of darkness overwhelming them. They had poured all resources into crafting Motian, hoping that one day he could raise the banner of the Celestial Killer Alliance.
Yet, he is dead now.
In a showdown at the ruins, he fell within them.
At this moment, even the heart of the strong from the Heaven Concealing Sect trembled fiercely, shock evident in their eyes. If Feng Motian was dead, what about Li Futian, Liu Futian, and Zhan Futian?
Thinking of this, a Heaven Concealing Sect strongman immediately spoke up: "What about Li Futian?"
