Shortly after, Klau's body had completely turned to ashes, dispersed by the gentle breeze between heaven and earth.
Suddenly a thought emerged in Ling Feng's mind—could it be that Klau's ultimate goal was to seek release? Recalling the smile he had shown just before dying, a heaviness settled in Ling Feng's heart.
Now, what Klau's real purpose was seemed irrelevant. What mattered were the messages he had revealed.
"Who's there!" Suddenly, Ling Feng turned sharply, his gaze fixed on a nearby hiding spot.
Thud, thud, thud, a middle-aged man walked out from behind the cover, his wooden expression showing a hint of regret, "It seems that Lord Klau has indeed died. Ling Feng, your strength has exceeded our expectations!"
"You're with Hell's Gate too?" Ling Feng's right hand sent a Sword Qi hurtling forth.
With a boom, the Sword Qi pierced the man's body and struck the distant stone wall, erupting in a violent explosion.
