The disciple with the last name Lu suddenly raised his head, his eyes seemed shrouded in black mist, as if someone had strangled his throat, and he screamed sharply and fiercely, "Prosper with me, perish against me!"
As soon as the words fell, the bodies of two people unexpectedly exploded instantly, blood splattering, bones breaking, their internal organs turned into a mass of mush, and white brain matter rolling.
This gruesome scene shocked all eight Hall Masters, who instinctively withdrew backward, trembling violently when they came to their senses, their eyes bloodshot, staring at the scene before them.
The dead disciples' dismembered bodies and blood surprisingly spelled out two words.
"Life!"
"Death!"
Everyone's teeth were rattling, Du Hongyue's eyes were about to split, a long spear in her hand surrounded by fierce flames, impatient to rush out now and cause a ruckus.
"Too much to bear, too much to bear, too much to bear!"
