Li Mu Yang finally understood what it meant to call for Heaven and have no answer, call for Earth and have no response.
His body was weak and powerless, with not a single friend nearby to protect him. The burning Wolf King came crashing down from the sky with the force of rotten wood being swept away, looking as though it intended to crush everything before it.
The Wolf Bead was lost, and ten thousand years of cultivation had been destroyed. The Wolf King was consumed by fury, and toward Li Mu Yang, it could be said to hate him to the bone.
Not killing him would not be enough to soothe its resentment, but killing him would not make up for its losses either.
The most overbearing and cruel method the Wolf King could think of was to crush Li Mu Yang into minced meat, then roast him into a meat patty.
Of course, that was assuming the meat patty could survive without being burned into gas.
"It's over." Li Mu Yang thought to himself.
He had thought of the beginning, but had never imagined such an ending.
He had been so close to success. The Spirit of the Weak Water had been within reach, almost at his fingertips.
Then the illusion collapsed, the Spirit of the Weak Water vanished, and all the companions who had entered the realm with him were scattered.
He was going to die.
In his pupils was the Wolf King's enormous figure and its purple-red flames. The scorching radiance nearly singed all the hair from his body. His face felt searingly hot, while his body was as cold as water.
At that moment, Li Mu Yang's heart instead became incomparably tranquil. The faces of his parents and Li Sinian kept appearing in his mind.