Zhang Nan's body shattered into pieces, falling to the dark valley bottom.
"Hmph..."
The corners of Soul-devouring Demon's mouth twitched inconspicuously.
Zhang Nan was nearly two hundred years old but had still not achieved Core Formation, and this trip into the Feixing Secret Realm was his last gamble.
If he couldn't obtain the Jiedan Sacred Medicine, he would just be waiting to die.
However, Soul-devouring Demon had not expected Zhang Nan's mentality to be so poor that he was killed by the Feixing rift as soon as he entered the realm; even the young Independent Practitioner Jianjia had a stronger character!
"Let's go, everyone, don't be distracted."
Frowning slightly, Soul-devouring Demon put his hands behind his back and lightly leapt, skimming over the ground along the long bridge toward the front.
Master Du Ye and Old Monster Jinxia also had grave expressions, following suit.