"Ah... no..."
"Look, everyone! Star Lord Ye, he... sob..."
"What has that monster done to Star Lord Ye? Damn him! Damn him!"
At that moment, Ye Fan's true condition, hidden within the eerie gray mist, came into view.
Of course.
Bick had done it deliberately.
Because he was furious.
Every living creature on this planet would have to die alongside his servant Danbalin.
And the despair, helplessness, and resentment of these insignificant ants?
To him, they were the most nourishing delicacies.
Now.
He drew their endless negative emotions in through his nose.
It felt wonderful!
"Yes, yes, that's the taste~~"
Bick, transformed into his Black Demon form, reveled in it.
Inside the gray mist.
Ye Fan felt that even his formidable body...
Was being pierced by the chains of the Black Demon Curse Art, which relentlessly drained his vitality, spiritual energy, and life essence.
In no time at all.
Ye Fan watched his skin grow loose.
The hair at his temples and across his forehead began to turn white.
Even his body hunched over beyond his control.
It was as though...
In the space of a few moments.
Ye Fan had gone from a vigorous young martial artist in the prime of his life...
To a decrepit old man with one foot in the grave.
At this rate, it would take less than fifteen minutes.
Ye Fan would be drained dry.
That hollow, fading sensation sent a flicker of fear through him.
It's been a long time since I felt this...
For some reason.
Ye Fan wanted to experience fear at its absolute limit.
And he had noticed something else.
Under the Black Demon Curse Art's erosion, his martial arts seemed to improve at an astonishing rate.
Within the Immortal Ruins Fragment.
"Lady War God, please intervene.
Otherwise,