"He's too far away. Killing me won't do you any good. He's running for his life—he can't come back!" Li Tianming gritted out.
At last, he understood what those mad ravings Yidai Yan had spoken in her derangement truly meant.
"It doesn't matter. As long as he knows I killed you, he'll definitely come back for me. He thinks he understands me so well. I only want to tell him that he's wrong."
After saying that, Yidai Yan's violent soul power continued pouring into Li Tianming's brain astron. His entire head turned black, and dark mist ceaselessly billowed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
"Urgh..."
Li Tianming felt pain beyond the limit.
He struggled in a sea of suffering.
The other party showed him no more mercy. She had already collapsed. Li Tianming could not make sense of this so-called deception, nor did he understand her story, but her despair and pain were utterly real.
Li Tianming had defeated Yidai Yan!
So she had to abandon that shell, abandon the colored tears the man had loved.
The instant she lost that body, it was as though all her "self-deception" had been stripped away. Li Tianming's very existence had already told her—stop waiting.
"Urgh, I... I..."
Like a drowning man, Li Tianming struggled in despair. He could not breathe. Darkness filled his vision—it was her resentment. In truth, at this moment, she seemed to be suffering even more than he was.
"Mom! Mom..."
Struggling, Li Tianming stretched out his hands and used every ounce of strength to embrace that dark soul spirit. The moment he touched her, his hands felt as though they were being torn apart, and the pain made him cry out.
"Mom, I'm Tianming. Don't kill me, don't kill me..."
Li Tianming struggled and screamed wildly as