Eryke's chest bore a gaping, bloody hole, and in an instant, his body liquefied into black ink, vanishing as if he had never existed.
"This…" The sect leader of the Thousand Iron Sect stared at the empty space, his bloodshot eyes wide with disbelief. "What the hell is this person?"
Everyone else froze, equally stunned. What in the world had just happened?
The veiled woman and her disciple arrived at the scene, their eyes fixed on the spot where Eryke had disappeared, sharing the same bewilderment as the others.
"Never in the entire history of Martial Arts have I seen anything like this," the veiled woman murmured, her whole body trembling.
The other Martial Artists also felt like they were seeing ghosts. Hadn't they just fought him, severely injuring him? And now, after his death, something like this happened, it was as if that wasn't Eryke at all…
"Master, should we go check on the Million Gold Sect?" the disciple asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
