The black threads lost their obstruction and surged forward like a tide, heading straight for the two of them.
A hint of joy flashed in Yin Wujiang's eyes, but his expression changed drastically because he saw Yang Cheng's figure suddenly transform into a wisp of white smoke and disappear from the spot.
"What?"
In the next second, Yang Cheng was already behind him, the blade of the Moon Golden Wheel in his hand smeared with blood, the red and green glow now tinged with a dazzling crimson.
"Old Yin bastard, die!"
The Moon Golden Wheel flew out, aiming straight for Yin Wujiang's back.
"Ah—!"
Yin Wujiang let out a piercing scream, his body stiffening for a moment before he slowly fell to the ground.
The black vortex lost control and instantly dissipated, the cemetery restoring its silence.
Yang Cheng gasped for breath, his face pale and his forehead covered in cold sweat.
Feng Jiuge ran over to support him, "Are you okay?"
