"No need. I will take your lives myself!"
Li Qingyun no longer looked at them.
With a thought, the safe platform below instantly erupted into a sky-full of bloody mist!
Within that mist, only a trembling young figure remained, standing there with vacant eyes, dazed yet seemingly delighted.
"I... I actually survived?" Yuan Lang, formerly one of the Twelve Young Lords, looked incredulously at his own intact body.
"Tell Saint Yuanhe that I have repaid the favor of his guidance that day..."
The Dao shadow in green abruptly vanished into the Void Abyss, leaving Yuan Lang with those words.
Yuan Lang's legs immediately gave out, and he dropped to his knees as though all strength had left him. It was unclear whether he was kneeling to Li Qingyun, or kneeling in gratitude toward the ancestor beyond the void.
A trace of doubt surfaced in his heart. "The favor of guidance? Such a trivial matter could buy my life? Aren't all members of the possession-snatching clan guided back to their ancestral land by the Saints...?"
Naturally, he could not make sense of it.
At this moment, only four and a half living people remained in the entire Burial Abyss.
Li Qingyun, who ruled this place; his avatar, Naga Xi; Jia Zhou, the monster that had kept evading and lurking; and Yuan Lang, who had survived by relying on his backing.
As for the other "half," it was naturally the one in the coffin-nurturing ground!
The Blood Mist of Transformation on every safe platform, along with the aura of Half Obscurity, appeared to be slowly dispersing into the darkness. In truth, they were still flowing toward the coffin-nurturing ground.
"I... owe you a favor..."
That somewhat stammering female voice reached Li Qingyun's ears once more from the coffin-nurturing ground.
Today, the Twelve