The dragon-head-like mountain ridge suddenly crashed to the ground, leaving a giant pit and cracks extending over millions of miles. Tiger Head Mountain directly collapsed, the mountain body completely destroyed and disappeared.
Amidst the chaos, the disciples of Double-Headed Holy Land were still wailing and fleeing, while Li Nianxue stood above Changkong, bewildered.
She looked around and unleashed her Divine Sense to its utmost extent.
However, she couldn't find the person she was seeking.
The heroes of Double-Headed Mountain were slain in a mere instant, clean and efficient to the extreme—methods near achievable only by a Daluo Golden Immortal.
But after all the Taiyi Golden Immortals of Double-Headed Holy Land had perished, no one appeared. The person who had acted from the shadows seemed to have already left.
She wanted to call out, but dared not shout that name. She yearned to search, yet reason told her she couldn't.
She just stood there, eyes inexplicably moist.
