The abandoned Fu Yang was like a bucket pierced with dozens of holes, with a large amount of Yin Qi pouring out from his body.
In just a few breaths, his Profound Black long robe slowly turned to ashes and dissipated into the void.
His appearance also gradually returned to its original form under Shen Wen'an's gaze.
"Master Fu?"
Shen Wen'an's figure flashed, appearing in front of Fu Yang, trying to stabilize his physical injuries.
But a sorrowful smile appeared on Fu Yang's aged face.
"It's too late..."
Before he could finish his sentence, his flesh and bones withered and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ultimately turning into black dust, dissipating into the void.
Crack!
Above Yunshui City, the ominous clouds that had just gathered became thicker under the influence of the extremely Yin and cold Yin Qi from Fu Yang's body.
