Shi Tiexin's hands trembled. Suddenly, he laid Ling Xingjian flat on the ground, overlapped his hands over her chest, and squeezed out every last trace of sharp vigor, making Limitless Tribulation Power drive Ling Xingjian's heart. "I won't believe you... You little liar... You've already fooled me twice with this playing-dead routine... You faked your death yourself, and Mad Monk said you were dead too. It was all fake. This time, I won't believe it. I won't believe it—!"
His sharp vigor was exhausted. He could no longer muster even a shred of strength.
Shi Tiexin gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot as he used the most primitive method of chest compressions. Countless beads of sweat covered his forehead. "You're faking your death, aren't you? Don't you have some secret technique like that? You're waiting to see me make a joke of myself, aren't you? As long as I believe it, you'll laugh and say, 'I was just messing with you,' right?!"
He pried open Ling Xingjian's mouth and blew into it with all his strength, carrying out a futile rescue.
"I believe it! I believe it!!"
"Get up and laugh at me! Get up and mock me! Get up and fool me!"
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake the hell up—!!"
Thump, thump, thump. Shi Tiexin rescued her frantically, again and again and again, yet the delicate body in his hands gradually lost its remaining warmth.
Then, with a swish, sparks began drifting from Ling Xingjian's body, starting from her fingertips.
After that, in only an instant, every part of her body began to scatter away.
The holy light had finally annihilated the Void Spirit, and the body attached to The Void finally returned to The Void, no different from any other Void Spirit Child.
Whoosh, the long wind surged,