"Ah—!!!"
Lin Yayyin let out a silent shriek that pierced the soul.
Centered on her, the entire memory domain collapsed with a thunderous crash, like a mirror smashed by a massive hammer!
The walls, ceiling, stage, seats... everything twisted and shattered wildly, finally turning into the purest, thickest black resentful energy.
That black storm formed from despair no longer attacked indiscriminately. Instead, it found its sole outlet, surging toward Qin Feng beneath the stage like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, carrying world-destroying force!
"It's over!"
Lin Zhuo let out a despairing groan from afar. Just the aftershock of that torrent of resentful energy made her feel as though her soul were about to be torn apart.
As the target at the heart of the storm, Qin Feng's fate was something she did not even dare imagine.
"He... is dead for sure."
Gao Tianliang struggled to his feet. The Haoyang Dharma Image behind him had long since scattered, and a streak of blood hung at the corner of his mouth.
As he watched the black tsunami swallow Qin Feng, extreme fear of that power first flashed through his eyes. But it was quickly replaced by twisted, morbid delight.
Die!
You damned upstart!
So what if you're good with words?
So what if you're good at taking shortcuts? Before the hate-filled, all-out strike of a Quasi B-Class resentful spirit, you'll still be reduced to dust!
Those little tricks of yours are a joke before absolute power!
This is the price of arrogance!
Shen Bingyue's heart sank to the bottom. The ice blade in her hand buzzed as bone-chilling frost gathered madly around it, ready for her to intervene at any cost.
But she knew it was too late. The sheer volume and concentration of that resentful energy had already surpassed