Killer Qin Yang's Script: The Power of Imagination

Wave after wave of Sanskrit chants transformed into frenzied demonic sounds in an instant, surging toward the Emperor Ying's retreating back.

The Emperor Ying turned around. His will became a sword, and with one slash, he cleaved apart the demonic sounds entwined with resentment and struck the Blood Lama.

Yet the shattered demonic sounds and resentful thoughts were like water flowing on even after a blade cut through it, surging upstream and winding around the Emperor Ying's arm.

Malicious thoughts and resentment were like poison, ceaselessly eroding him. The Emperor Ying looked expressionlessly at his arm, and with a thought, the arm formed from his will directly shattered and dispersed, vanishing into the void along with those malicious and resentful thoughts.

At the sight, the fury in the Blood Lama's heart erupted like a volcano, and his entire body seemed to burn.

He did not remember what had happened before, but beneath those intense emotions, a sense of familiarity still arose within him.

The stifled frustration and rage in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

Just as he clearly did not remember the Emperor Ying, yet could still roar the words "Emperor Ying" in fury under such circumstances, many things from the past had still left their marks. Those marks were like instinct, driving him and letting him understand what he should do when he could not find the fragments.

He understood. The Emperor Ying had certainly come from the outside world just like him. The Emperor Ying was his greatest opponent here, his mortal enemy.

It did not matter if he could not recall the details. With the final goal in hand, he could slowly ponder it afterward and fill in the missing portions between. It would also be far easier to understand why he needed to do