Ye Wuji's face was ashen white as he looked 3,000 feet out. His heart realm and calmness that he learned from 12,000 years of cultivation was instantly lost.
In the space, Yelun held his brow and his eyes were filled with disbelief. However, he couldn't stop the threads of blood from splattering out from his fingertips.
Such injuries weren't lethal for people like them with indestructible bodies. However, Ye Wuji knew that the white knife energy had destroyed half of Ye Lunhui's soul. The remaining portion was on the verge of collapse. Just that strike alone had cut off Ye Lunhui's lifeforce.
The moment the knife light rose up, it pierced Ye Lunhui's brow. Ye Lunhui went all out and was unable to block, several times weirder and more mysterious than the needle!
Ye Wuji could only look on without reacting at all. He could only allow Ye Lunhui to burn out in the wind, struggling as his last bit of life was taken away from him.