Chapter 141: Way of Dead Body Stitching

The vast grassland stretched infinitely, the gem-blue sky deepened in color from near to far.

It should have been a green ocean with cows, horses, and shepherds, where lambs could roam delightfully. However, as it was a secret territory, vital signs in this area were minimal, with only a few giant worms occasionally drilling through the surface. They had monstrous mouths, lined with rows of chitinous fangs.

Boom!

A loud explosion echoed, and a shockwave rolled forth, throwing up countless pieces of grass and dirt.

In the center of the large pit, a young female cultivator vomited blood from her mouth, her body twisted and curled. In a short while, the movement ceased.

She Huan stood in midair, wiping away the viscous blood on her fingertips, her cold snake-like eyes looked towards her opponent, "Your sense of loyalty is commendable. Watching your junior sister get killed without doing anything really broadens my horizons about the camaraderie in your sect."