There was a bottomless chasm in front of the Path of Martyrdom. It was the mark left by Chu Wanning's Corpse Splitting Technique.

At this time, the rain poured into the chasm like a waterfall.

Above the chasm, a man in a black and gold robe had his back to them. He was holding a Modao in one hand and flying in the air.

Hearing the movement, the man's fingertips moved slightly and he slowly turned his head.

It was Mo Ran!

In the whistling north wind, Chu Wanning's heart felt like it was chopped by an ax. He stared at the person in front of him in disbelief.

… What the hell is going on?!