Shen Luo, with Nie Cai Zhu by his side, shifted slightly and landed, then with a swift hand gesture, a streak of sword light swept across, cleaving the remaining two tail-severed sand lizards into halves.
Afterward, he walked over to a severed limb of the sand lizard, lifted his toe, and flicked it upwards. The chunk of flesh was tossed high into the air before flying up into the high altitude.
At first, there was nothing unusual, but once it reached a height of several hundred feet, the space around the severed corpse suddenly twisted as though an invisible force had swallowed it in one gulp, and then it disappeared without a trace.
Shen Luo's brows furrowed slightly, his thoughts flowed for a moment, and his expression couldn't help but change subtly.
"What's wrong?" Nie Cai Zhu asked.
