The moment Huai Shi lowered his eyes, Lu Baiyan finally sensed the chill slowly swallowing him whole.
Like a silent Ice Sea, it cruelly tugged at him, stealing all strength to struggle and sending him toward the deepest cold of darkness...
Something called death.
Something called judgment.
After seventy years, it had come before him once more...
Along with those figures who had long since passed away.
Beneath the vast night sky, countless gleaming Stars' Light quietly spilled down. Those figures who had appeared countless times in dreams and memories seemed to have returned from the past as well.
They looked down coldly upon his face.
Their eyes brimming with contempt.
"Why..."
Those gazes stabbed into his hollow eyes. Lu Baiyan's expression spasmed and gradually twisted. "Why did I have to be the traitor?!"
"I only hesitated for a moment..."
"I just... I was just powerless!"
He screamed miserably and struggled with all his might. Dried blood flowed once more from the cracks in his arms, laboriously forming ugly graffiti.
Having exhausted the last of his Source Matter, he tore open his own chest!
He forcibly ripped away the flesh pierced through by resentment, activating Shadow Burial Shuttle without regard for his battered body.
But he no longer had any strength left to squander...
He only made it two meters before being squeezed out of the shadows beneath Huai Shi's gaze. He rolled onto the ground, staggered back to his feet, and fled on all fours.
Toward the distance.
Toward... that gate already within reach.
"Beelzebub."
Huai Shi calmly raised his pistol. "Don't kill him."
"Alright!"
The young phantom bared his teeth in a savage grin. In an instant, a cloud of blood burst from Lu Baiyan's left leg. His lower leg tore free, flew up, then fell.
Lu Baiyan