The Cold Light Sword in his hand let out a whining sound of sword's cry, signifying the pain of Ye Ajian's mother, as she was unwilling to make a choice that would be painful regardless of the decision!
The low weeping of the Cold Light Sword filled Ye Wudi with even more irritability, even though he had anticipated such a situation and had gone over it countless times in his mind.
But when faced with making the actual choice, he found that he was far from being as resolute and carefree as he had imagined.
His hands were trembling.
Yet at this moment of extreme anxiety, suddenly, a dark fog enveloped Ye Ajian and the soldiers around him at a speed too fast to react.
By the time any of the soldiers realized what was happening, Ye Ajian and the surrounding men had already been shrouded in it.
The dark fog was cold and reeked of Death Aura; even soldiers nearby felt the chilling invasion of the dark energy.
This was precisely Xiao Zhan's Death Aura.
