In its eyes, abandoning a brother to escape and stabbing a brother in the back were no different—both were the same.
It fell silent.
It was as if the camaraderie of these years... meant nothing, as though it were all wasted on a dog.
"It seems like your big brother never saw you as a true sibling," Fan Wu said as he approached the Black Peng Demon Venerate. His stature was laughably small compared to the demonic venerate, but the Ghost-Killing Path behind him loomed just as large.
The Ghost-Killing Path already had its Evil Qi Longsword raised high, and the Black Peng Demon Venerate happened to lift his head at this moment, staring at the longsword in its hands.
"I blame myself for being blind!" As the Black Peng Demon Venerate spat out these words, his tone was devoid of any emotion.
Even a will to live was absent.
All that was reflected in his eyes was a resolve to die.
For it knew that its death was inevitable, so what else could it do in such a situation?
