Li Tianming's heartbeat quickened.
He charged forward savagely. Many people around him grew angry and tried to stop him, demanding that he apologize.
But Li Tianming paid them no heed.
Whoever dared touch him, he slashed at them directly with his sword.
"Get lost!"
With an enraged roar, he smashed through the crowd and reached an empty patch of ground.
This was the center of the crowd. Many disciples had surrounded it, yet none dared approach the person they had been discussing.
Li Tianming spotted him at a glance!
A black-haired youth stood blankly amid the crowd.
A hollow had appeared in his chest—a vortex.
Even more terrifyingly, his head, arms, and one leg were slowly turning into gray smoke and drifting into the air.
By the time Li Tianming saw him, a third of his head was already gone, leaving only one eye and most of his mouth.
As the smoke scattered, he would eventually vanish completely.
Logically speaking, a heavenly soul was always whole. Such a change should have been impossible.
"Xiaofeng!"
Li Tianming's voice was hoarse as he shouted and appeared before him.
Seeing him in this state, Li Tianming felt as though his heart were convulsing.
Hah! Hah!
Ye Lingfeng suddenly sucked in sharp breaths, his pupils continuously dilating as the vortex in his chest spun faster.
Buzz!
At last, his pupils froze and returned to normal.
He saw Li Tianming before him at once.
At that moment, it was as though he had found a life-saving straw. He directly stretched out the hand that was turning to ash and grabbed Li Tianming's arm.
"Brother Tianming, save me, save me!!"
His voice sounded torn apart. His eyes were blood-red, concealing the deepest terror within them.
He placed all his strength upon Li Tianming and let out