Lu Yin stared at Meng Sang: "Now that you have discovered it, go and die." After saying that, he raised his hand and chopped it down.
The Eight Tribes still existed, surrounding him. This cut seemed to have no power, but Meng Sang subconsciously looked to the top of his head, where a lantern was cut off.
puff--
Mengsang vomited blood and looked at the severed lantern in disbelief. He staggered a few steps and almost fell down.
It vomited blood not because of physical trauma, and it didn't know why it vomited blood. It just felt like something was being hollowed out at this moment. There was no external blow, but the blow from the self was more serious.
Chapter completed!