Pfft!
With a sound of flesh being pierced, the last black thorn pierced through Qiao Suinian's heart.
Qiao Suinian stared wide-eyed, his eyes filled with disbelief. He stared at Prince An, seemingly never expecting that Prince An would deliver this final blow.
A sharp, throbbing pain shot through my heart, my entire body was becoming numb, and my senses were gradually fading away.
He was extremely familiar with this feeling. In his previous life, when Lin Wanling stabbed him through the heart, he felt the same way. It was the feeling of death approaching.
Many people exclaimed in surprise, while others clenched their fists, their faces filled with resentment. If they weren't lacking in strength, they would definitely have rushed up and fought Prince An to the death.
However, Qiao Suinian could no longer hear. His pupils gradually dilated, and his consciousness sank into darkness.
Eighteen black thorns pierced eighteen vital points on his body, completely extinguishing his life force.
Prince An's lips curled slightly, his eyes filled with malice.
"Boy, you think you can fool me? News just came from the clan that Saintess An Shengyao and the other two elders are still alive and well. You can die in peace!"
Looking at Qiao Suinian's corpse, and considering that he was a respectable man in life, Prince An spat directly.
How dare a mere human try to negotiate with him and even threaten him? He's really asking for trouble.
Glancing at the humans, seeing their furious yet hesitant expressions, King An felt a great sense of satisfaction. He loved watching others want to do something to him but couldn't.
"Let's go! Retreat!"
With a wave of his hand, the large mass of dark purple clouds that had been looming over the sky began to slowly dissipate, and sunlight once again shone down on the earth.
The crowd could only watch helplessly as Prince An left, unable to do anything about it. This feeling of frustration almost caused them internal injuries from anger.
"Damn it! This is so humiliating!" Pingxin slammed his fist on the tree next to him, his face full of resentment.
"Don't worry, one day we will crush all the alien races." Han Feng's gaze was deep and profound, as if he had made some kind of vow.
This scene today is deeply etched in the hearts of every soldier in the Four Symbols Legion.
The crisis was over, and the Abyss Demons had retreated, but all of this was not achieved through their bloody battles, but through the self-sacrifice of a young man, which was undoubtedly a disgrace to every soldier.
In other words, today's peace is not much different from the past when ceding territory to make peace.
The name Qiao Suinian was deeply engraved in their hearts, and everyone remembered him. Many soldiers of the Four Symbols Legion spontaneously bowed in the direction of Qiao Suinian's body.
"Let's go too."
Qiao Luan turned and left with a cold face. Today's experience was definitely not pleasant for the Qiao family.
Qiao Luan was unaware that even more unpleasant news awaited him at the Qiao family home.
As the Qiao family took the lead in leaving, many other forces followed suit. No one even thought of collecting Qiao Suinian's body; his corpse lay there coldly.
In the end, the Tiger Legion couldn't stand it anymore, so they dug a big pit nearby, buried Qiao Suinian in it, and even erected a monument for him.
Han Feng picked up a bottle of wine and poured half of it in front of Qiao Suinian's grave.
"Sigh, we've met once before. I thought you'd rise to great heights after joining the Qiao family, but I never expected you'd end up like this."
Han Feng was unaware that Qiao Suinian was the masked man who had once saved him; otherwise, he might not have been able to remain so calm.
After pouring out a bottle of wine, Han Feng turned and left with his men.
Many people spontaneously placed flowers and wine bottles at Qiao Suinian's grave. He sacrificed his life to make the Abyss Demons retreat. Such an achievement is worthy of being called a hero of the human race. The passing of a hero deserves everyone's remembrance.
The once clear sky gradually darkened, and then a light drizzle began to fall, as if even the heavens were lamenting the passing of a human hero.
More and more people left, until finally everyone was gone, leaving only a lonely grave to be washed away by the rain.
Xiejia Village.
This is a small mountain village located in the northeast of the ancient Xia Kingdom. It used to have hundreds of households, but after the apocalypse, the villagers either died or fled, and soon the entire Xie Family Village became a deserted village.
What they didn't know was that a deep purple spatial rift existed within Xie Family Village.
The spatial rift was like a monstrous maw, ready to devour all living beings nearby at any moment.
Prince An arrived at Xie Family Village humming a little tune, and then stepped into the spatial rift without hesitation. He was very pleased with his experience today.
This spatial rift is also the only passage connecting to the Abyss Demons.
Upon stepping into the spatial rift, the scene before my eyes instantly changed. It was a completely new world, filled with dark, deep purple hues, mostly barren vegetation, and an atmosphere of deathly stillness.
"It's still more comfortable to stay in the Abyss Realm. If it weren't for the delicious taste of human flesh and blood, who would be willing to bask in the sun?" King An took a deep breath, his face full of satisfaction.
"Greetings, Fifth Elder!" Upon returning to the gate of the Abyss Demon Clan's lair and seeing Prince An, the guards immediately knelt on the ground and lowered their heads to show their respect.
"Yes, get up! Have the Eighth Elder, Ninth Elder, and the Holy Maiden returned? Take me to see them." Prince An nodded calmly.
"Yes, Fifth Elder!"
The guards immediately led the way, and soon Prince An met the Eighth Elder, the Ninth Elder, and An Shengyao. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally at ease.
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