Yang Fu stood still, looking at Feng Xun, who lay on the ground, unable to calm down for a long time.
"Why?"
He kept muttering this question, unable to comprehend how things had come to this point.
To kill the Shadow Demon, Feng Xun did not hesitate to burn his own True Fire of Dao Foundation.
A once-in-a-century talent with the Heavenly Spirit Root and an Abnormal Spiritual Root...just like that, he died so hastily here.
Yang Fu couldn't understand.
He had always treated Feng Xun as a friend.
Even if they had to fight this time, he didn't embarrass Feng Xun; he merely sealed his Spiritual Power with a Glazed Fire Bottle and didn't restrain his body to the ground like the Shadow Demon.
Because he didn't want to see this proudly self-sufficient junior brother in such a sorry state.
