Hu Lizhong felt as though his liver and gallbladder were shattering, his soul nearly scattering from the fear.
The power of that Thunder Talisman was just too horrendous, coupled with Yang Fei's loud screams echoing throughout the entire valley, forcing him to contemplate the worst.
And if Yang Fei were to die here, could he possibly still live?
Perhaps he could.
After all, he was an expert at the Innate Realm, surely he still had some value to offer?
At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through Old Hu's mind.
Zhuge Cang too was convinced that Yang Fei was doomed.
This Thunder Talisman was one of his ultimate life-saving measures, using it today pained his heart greatly, but to defend his dignity in front of these people, he had to use it.
Accompanied by a pitiful cry of agony, Yang Fei's body fell to the ground.
Inside the valley, except for Hu Lizhong, everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.
This terrifying fellow was finally dead.
