Chapter 280: Rising from the night

In the thick black fog.
Ning Ming stood there, tall and slender, holding a broken sword in his hand, with tattered cloth wrapped around the hilt, fluttering in the wind.
Not far behind.
Brother Niu, Qin Hao and other cultivators above the sixth level were motionless like stone sculptures.
There was disbelief in each other's eyes.
"Why did Chen Wu die?"
Through the vast black fog, Qin Hao could only see the back that looked like the Shura God of Death, and a headless...