"He's not dead yet!"
Xiao Yi said in a deep voice.
Everyone was taken aback and turned towards the direction of the Hall Master of Death.
They had all just witnessed with their own eyes how terrifying that sword strike was.
None of them present had any confidence in surviving such a sword, and the Hall Master of Death only had a head left. How could he still be alive facing such a terrible sword?
Gurgle gurgle!
The two lumps of shredded flesh wriggled continuously, rapidly reorganizing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A moment later.
The Hall Master of Death's head reappeared in front of everyone, unchanged from before, not even a fluctuation in its aura.
The Hall Master of Death twisted his head, making a creaking noise, and said eerily, "How is it? Are you surprised to see me still alive?"
