"Swoosh."
The branch wriggled.
This demi-saint, who had bizarrely entered and only faced the underworld briefly, was sucked dry.
Vitality, soul, and will... all of it dimly vanished.
Even the life diagram, which represented the possibility of revival, turned to a withered color in an instant and then crumbled like a wilting flower.
"Dead, dead?"
Jiang Buyi died, and Abyss Island mourned for the saint.
This one, without even making a sound of Saint Fall, directly disappeared from sight?
Such a scene was nothing if not shocking!
Xu Xiaoshou's soles were sweating as he stared dumbfounded at the branch that had fed on the demi-saint and then withdrew after its feast.
That fleeting demi-saint person also got wrapped by the branch, never to be seen again.
"Really in vain?"
Until now, Xu Xiaoshou could not accept what he had seen.
This is a demi-saint!
This is a demi-saint person!