What he saw astonished him.
It wasn't Feng Wu's body, but…
"Blackie!" With a wave of his hand, the silver-masked man doused the fire with a streak of rainwater.
He rushed over and pulled the body out.
It was indeed Blackie!
When he checked the man's breathing, he realized that the latter was no longer breathing, and there was no pulse either.
The man was long dead, and most of his body had been burnt to a crisp.
The silver-masked man's face twisted, and there was a cold look in his eyes.
Feng Wu!
It had to be her!
He looked around, but Feng Wu was nowhere to be found.
After killing Blackie, she was able to get away without leaving a trace. How could someone as weak as her do that?
The silver-masked man wouldn't believe it. He began to examine his surroundings.
He kept searching until he reached the edge of the cliff.
Looking down the cliff, he deduced what the black-robed man had gone through…
