"It seems like he is dead." Shen Yi still frowned.
The ice spike entered Di Cangyu's body, and he could no longer feel any vital signs from the man.
But for some reason, Shen Yi felt a vague uneasiness in his heart.
I don't know what's going on, it's just a strange, inexplicable feeling.
Before Jiang Nai could say anything, the village leader lay on his side, beat the sand and cursed angrily, "Are you a human being? Are you still not a human being?"
"You didn't tell us to give us some water and food to save our lives, and now you continue to stab the dead with knives?"
"Master Yu is already dead from hunger and thirst! If you had just given him some water, maybe he would have gotten better."
"And now, devils! A group of devils! You actually let people die without peace!"
Jiang Nai swiped his palm and directly hit the leader of the village on the head and threw him to the ground.
"Why do you talk so much nonsense?"
"A group of executioners who prey on ordinary people, how dare you call others devils?"
"No matter how devil you are, you can't compare to you bunch of trash who massacred the village, right?"
Leader Zhuang felt his head was knocked unconscious by this blow.
My head, which was already dizzy due to the loss of a lot of water, felt heavier now, and I was almost unable to lift it.
He felt like he was going to die soon.
They had already witnessed step by step the consequences of cutting off water and food in this sandy land.
From weakness to dizziness to death, it didn't seem to take long.
In the end, every dead person was lying quietly in the wind and sand. It didn't take half an hour to be buried deeply by the sand.
Most of the Xuanjian Peak disciples who followed their team died like this.
The death was quiet and quite quiet.
But Leader Zhuang felt extremely aggrieved.
Why do the people in their divine realm end up like this?
It shouldn’t be!
At this time, the cries of a group of Xuanjian Peak disciples could be heard all around, all of them crying and begging to be let go.
Jiang Nai was too lazy to look at them.
The moment he turned around, he heard the screeching sound of the ice blade, and soon those noisy cries disappeared from his ears.
"Who are you, An Yangjian?" Shen Yi picked up the black stick that Nai had thrown aside, poked the half-dead village leader, and turned him over.
Leader Zhuang was completely confused at this moment, his ears were full of blood, and the sounds he heard felt as if they were thousands of miles away from him.
"Are you about to die?" A cold voice said beside him.
"It turns out that the Gods are also so careless."
The village leader's eyes suddenly widened.
He suddenly remembered who the stern and somewhat familiar man in front of him was.
"King?" Leader Zhuang's voice trembled, "Is he the king?"
He was so stupid. Only now did he suddenly realize that when Master Yu was going crazy just now, he kept calling the word Shenyi.
The surname of God is a surname that can only be carried by members of the Shen family.
"What conspiracy do they have? What do you want? Besides you, how many others have come down?"
The young king's voice became more and more unpredictable. Leader Zhuang heard it, took a few heavy breaths and suddenly laughed again, "Come on, come on my king, hahahaha."
Jiang Nai turned around, frowned and looked at the man lying on the ground laughing maniacally several times.
Soon his laughter disappeared, and he seemed to have died.
Shen Yi looked expressionless and placed an ice thorn on his heart.