After Qiu Yun suffered all that torture, his body was like a broken balloon, bursting with a pop and everything from within blasted out.
The stench of pus mixed with the red and white internal organs had splattered all over. Before he died, he would never have ever imagined that his end would be in such a disgusting manner. It was just as he had said to Ye Sha previously, but the one who had died without a complete corpse was he himself and not the Night Regime.
From the beginning to the end, there was no expression on Jun Wu Xie's face. The vines had weaved a layer of wall in front of her and blocked the disgusting mix as the dark green Spirit Ring flew back to her hands. It had returned spotless and had not been contaminated at all.
