The power of the curse violently expanded, instantly reaching its peak, as if it had filled the space between Heaven and Earth.
Xiao Mu sensed something, abruptly stopped his Escape Art, and stared intently in the direction where the White Divine Mist had vanished, a surge of infinite sorrow welling up in his heart.
Within the White Divine Mist, he had sensed Qi Xie's soul fluctuations. The dissipation of the White Divine Mist meant that Qi Xie had fallen.
Senior Qi, I will definitely avenge you!
Xiao Mu muttered to himself inwardly, his expression however was resolutely determined.
He was skilled at controlling his emotions. Qi Xie's death left him infinitely heartbroken, yet it was completely imperceptible on his exterior.
"The young Qi has fallen, what a pity, this lad had the potential to become a True God."