It truly was a fate beset by misfortune:
He had once been a capable war general guarding a region, free and untroubled, imposing in every direction;
Yet by his lord's command, he had made this journey, Only to be ambushed in secret by that bastard Ice Peng, who struck with vicious cruelty—
His physical body had not merely been shattered beyond repair, Even his Primordial Spirit was broken and battered, as frail as a guttering candle in the wind, Liable at any moment to turn into a wisp of blue smoke and vanish without a trace.
Such a plight was truly miserable beyond measure.
And the lord before him was now his only hope of survival.
Whether he could rally again and reclaim a high position rested entirely on a single thought from Kunpeng.
As for what compensation his lord might bestow...
Deep in his heart, a faint yet stubborn hope remained.
But the moment Kunpeng saw Black Snake in this state, The shock and fury in his chest only grew fiercer.
He had noticed earlier that Black Snake's aura had declined with alarming severity, His cultivation had actually fallen out of the ranks of Daluo Golden Immortals;
Yet Kunpeng had never imagined that he had fallen so far—
Not only had seventy or eighty percent of his Dao cultivation been lost, Even his physical body had vanished without a trace, And his Primordial Spirit was dim and withered, as though he had just struggled out of a bloody battle where death had nearly claimed him nine times over.
Who was it?
Who dared, within the Northern Kuru Continent, lay hands so brazenly upon a trusted subordinate whom Kunpeng had expressly ordered protected!
This was not merely injuring one of his subordinates—it was a public slap across his face!
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