The moment Snake Venerable fell to the ground, lifeless, at the distant peak of Wanling Mountain Range.
Four indistinct figures in black were quietly channeling mana around an array.
"Pu." A person in black vomited a mouthful of fresh blood, spraying it exactly upon the center of the array.
The blood shimmered with a faint golden light, and seeing someone injured, the other three ceased their movements.
"What's wrong? Third brother?" an older-looking person asked with concern.
The one who had spat out blood glared at the others with eyes bloodshot in fury and said hatefully.
"Little Gold is dead." A gust of wind blew past, flipping up the hood of the person in black, revealing a face full of scales, eyes now a complete blood red.
