General Koyaman was dead.
When Xu Jing brought down his sword, the various torture instruments on General Koyaman's body fell to the floor along with it.
Lu Xin could keenly sense that this man's life had finally ended.
But there was no sorrow or despair in that ending. Instead, it felt like a bowstring that had been stretched tighter and tighter suddenly loosening.
At the same time, Lu Xin did not sense his mental power dissipating. Rather, he felt something vanish in a strange way.
It was the feeling of suddenly being unable to see something anymore.
Under normal circumstances, when a person died, their mental power would lose its vessel and dissipate into the world.
Unless they had undergone a mental mutation, an ordinary person's mental level of around ten was completely incapable of lingering behind.
But General Koyaman's mental power had not dissipated. It had simply disappeared.
There was no doubt that Xu Jing had done this.
Lu Xin even came up with a strange conjecture: Could Xu Jing be keeping his spirit and consciousness to continue torturing him?
Lu Xin stood silently in the back, watching Xu Jing's movements, especially the sword in his hand.
Swords had rarely been seen since the Crimson Moon incident.
Even in the wilderness, when people needed close-combat weapons in addition to firearms, they usually chose daggers or short knives.
At worst, they could shave a sturdy piece of wood into a spear for self-defense.
What was more, Xu Jing's sword looked more like a work of art than a weapon. Its exquisite patterns were almost dizzying to look at.
Those patterns were stained with blood now, but Xu Jing had not even tried to clean them.
Earlier, he had taken the sword from inside his suit. It seemed that