Chapter 139: If You Want to Live, You Can't Care About Your Face

In the Ancient Array.

Faint halos created a blurry vista.

Within that vista, bone fragments piled up like mountains.

The scent of bright crimson blood spread throughout the space, still appearing somewhat vibrant. The whining wind had grown very cold.

Cold, just like Qin Lan's rigid smile at that moment.

Fallen leaves of unknown origin fluttered down, landing on the rugged path of the Ancient Array.

White bones, withered leaves, faint halos, and Blood Qi endowed this place with an indescribable chilling coldness, just like the cold stillness of this world.

Qin Lan's gaze was fixed unblinkingly on Zhou Yan, and on the seemingly ordinary sword in his hand.

That sword, right now, was something none present could withstand, a fact already established.

Qin Lan naturally understood this fact.

And now, that sword had suddenly appeared in Zhou Yan's hand, its tip already raised, pointed directly at her head.