Very soon, the Demon Empress's body shattered completely. All the souls surged out, turning into a black downpour that fell upon the ice plains and the surviving monsters before gradually fading away.
As the Demon Empress drew her last breath, her final wisp of air became a sentence, so soft it was nearly inaudible, yet Yun Mu heard it perfectly: "I'm going to kill Tang San!!!"
There was no hatred or resentment in her voice, only the relief and madness of finally crying out an obsession that had trapped her for tens of millions of years before death.
Yun Mu stood quietly with his sword sheathed, watching everything before him.
The Demon Empress completely dissipated, leaving behind only a gradually fading mass of black mist. Blue Buddhist knelt where he was, sobbing uncontrollably.
Just as the final wisp of mist was about to vanish, it suddenly convulsed violently.
It was not collapsing, nor was it dispersing. Something was crawling out from the deepest depths of the abyss, taking over this body.
Yun Mu's brows furrowed slightly.
Blue Buddhist also sensed that something was wrong. He raised his head and stared at the changing mist before him, the grief on his face instantly replaced by terror.
The scattered fragments of the body flew back from every direction. The fleeing souls were forcibly dragged back by an invisible force. The dissipating mist condensed once more, and the Demon Empress's body was actually reforming.
This was not healing. It was complete reconstruction.
In the blink of an eye, the translucent monster body disappeared, replaced by a middle-aged man.
He wore a black robe, his long hair hanging loose around him. His face was stern, his gaze profound. Within his deep purple pupils was no reflection at all, only endless darkness.
He simply stood