Ye Lingfeng cast off his previous dazed state. In his dark red eyes shone the strength of conviction.
He stood up. A purple eye had appeared on the side of his face—the newest one.
There was another eye on his abdomen.
This one was larger, the size of a fist.
Both were cold and unblinking, growing rigidly from Ye Lingfeng's flesh.
Every moment brought a numb, aching pain.
He gritted his teeth and stared fixedly at the large and small purple eyes.
Ding!
He drew a blood-red dagger.
The two purple eyes flickered at the sight of the dagger.
Yet their gazes remained filled with contempt.
Whenever Ye Lingfeng stabbed at them, they could burrow into his flesh, leaving him able only to hurt himself time and time again.
"Woo woo..."
Soulfiend shook his head, telling Ye Lingfeng not to waste his effort.
This would only leave himself riddled with holes. He could not harm them at all.
"The body, hair, and skin are gifts from one's parents. But if I don't even have my life, is there any point in caring about them?"
Bloodshot veins surfaced in Ye Lingfeng's eyes.
He told Soulfiend to be quiet.
Ever since leaving the Huan Tian Realm, he had made a decision.
Before, he could see no hope and had not dared to do anything.
Now, he wanted to be harsher on himself.
"I can't let the people who care about me down."
"Even Soulfiend cares about me. I... am not someone insignificant."
"If I die, they will all be sad."
These words meant so much to him.
He recalled that scene—
That girl his own age had knelt and begged those people, weeping bitter tears, even threatening suicide, all so that he could live.
If he gave up, how could he possibly