CRACK! CRACK!
The sharp crack of shattering bones echoed clearly in everyone's ears.
She wanted to scream from the excruciating pain, but no sound would come out.
She could only watch helplessly as her body was destroyed inch by inch.
Finally, the force suddenly converged on her waist.
CRACK—!
Her spine was forcibly twisted into a pretzel!
A flash of white light, and Zhao Qing's figure disappeared. Another bronze fragment fell from mid-air.
Dead silence.
A brief, dead silence fell over the battlefield.
Wei Hao and the remaining three team members felt a chill run down their spines, as if they had been plunged into an icy cavern.
They raised their heads in utter terror, looking at the giant skeleton floating above the altar, its entire body wreathed in black soul flames.
That was the creature that had just brutally killed Zhao Qing, a stealth-type Martial Artist, with a single thought!
Ah Qiang slowly retracted his raised bone claw.
