"You…" Xiao Yi glanced at the black mark on his arm.
Whoosh… In a flash, he arrived before the corpse of the tall Martial Artist.
He was about to check the remnants on the corpse, planning to see if there was any identification on him.
Boom… A loud explosion.
The corpse directly exploded.
The violent explosion blasted Xiao Yi a hundred meters away.
"Ugh." Xiao Yi spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
And within dozens of meters of the explosion zone, the corpses of over ten other black-clothed Martial Artists were all obliterated.
The self-destruction of a Heavenly Extreme Fourth Layer Martial Artist was shockingly powerful.
"Damn it." Xiao Yi's expression turned slightly grim.
If he guessed correctly, the tall Martial Artist had already detonated his own Primordial Power before death.
"Hiss." Before Xiao Yi could think further, a sharp pain forced him to suck in a cold breath.
On his arm, at the site of the black mark, a scorching pain came.
