Just as that Thunder Mountain Sect disciple was about to cast the thunderball in his hand towards Feng Ying, a fine, horizontal, blood-colored line appeared on the man’s neck.

At this point, Feng Ying had already sustained serious injuries, and lost the ability to resist. The Dong Clan member who had attempted to protect her had just been killed by one of the discarnate souls unleashed by the Spirit God Sect disciples.

She knew that she wouldn’t escape death this time. However, to her surprise, the Thunder Mountain Sect disciple suddenly froze, and the thunderball didn’t leave the man’s hand.

Then, she stared closely at the man, and noticed the blood-colored line on his neck.

In the next moment, the man’s head fell off his neck, and blood came spurting out in every direction.

After her incredible and narrow escape, Feng Ying stared at the man’s corpse that had fallen on its back, and she went blank.

Shortly afterwards, she glanced around, but still couldn’t see who had done it. “Was that Big Brother Nie? But if it was...