The aura around him continued to plummet. As if struck by heavenly retribution, he instantly shriveled into a bag of bones, looking for all the world like a living skeleton!
This terrifying sight
made the many disciples of Yellow Crane Mountain in the grand hall turn pale.
"A Heavenly Backlash!"
Huang He Master's expression was grave.
He had never seen a backlash this severe.
He was only trying to divine the identity of a murderer. Why would something like this happen?
'Could that person be a Divination Master as well?'
After quite some time,
the gray-robed elder managed to recover slightly.
Fear was written all over his face. He shook his head repeatedly, not daring to attempt another divination. Dipping his finger into his own blood, he painstakingly wrote six words on the ground.
"Cannot be said! Cannot be said!"
After writing this,
he ignored Huang He Master's pleas for him to stay. As if terrified beyond measure, he fled Yellow Crane Immortal City at top speed.
