The green viscous fluid covering the floor seemed to retain a trace of awareness even after Sima Changkong's death.

It crawled outward slowly, like worms.

Wherever it spread, the hard crystal floor sizzled and dissolved beneath it.

Li Fan drew a quiet, sharp breath at the sight.

This Xuan Net is truly ruthless. It hunts its target down through whatever medium attempted to record it.

Then a thought struck him, and his expression shifted.

He pulled a blood-red communication spirit talisman from his storage ring. "Fellow Daoist Sima, are you alright?"

Silence. He waited. Nothing came back.

Damn. That means all his avatars are gone too. Li Fan's cheek twitched again.

The Xuan Net's pursuit-and-kill capability was terrifyingly thorough.

He had assumed...