In the dead silence and darkness, that irresistible obliteration continued to wear away at Mo Qiong's soul.
His already "dead" body was like the last harbor and refuge amid the collapse of heaven and earth.
No matter what, Mo Qiong could not leave. As long as his soul remained inside his body, he was still relatively safe.
Thus, he shamelessly clung on and struggled desperately, constantly turning the souls he shot out into "returning arrows."
In this way, he frantically prolonged his life!
This discovery greatly excited him. It meant he could still live!
He wasn't completely dead! If his bodily functions recovered, and he repaired them to the point where he could "live," would his soul be able to stabilize completely instead of being expelled?
Would his five senses then return, along with control over his body? Could he even... be reborn on the spot?
Whatever the case, he had no reason to give up. After dying to this extent, all he could do was cling to such hope.
He wanted to establish a mental connection with Master Gou, Wei Lan, and the others, so they could hurry to rescue him.
There really was still hope!
However, he failed. Mo Qiong kept calling out, his soul constantly "shouting," but it was useless.
Mo Qiong's mental power had already weakened to the point where he could no longer release it externally.
In the battle before this, he had truly exhausted himself. In the end, to create a sufficiently sealed ball of Best Metal, he had output all his mental power.
After all, he had been risking his life. What use was it to save mental power? He had not held back even a little, exhausting it all to ensure nothing went wrong.
And so, although Mo Qiong had miraculously managed