"Not good!"
The Black-clothed Martial Artist's expression changed dramatically.
"He's going to self-destruct!"
Huang Lie's face darkened. "Gu Ziyi's gone mad!"
A Martial Gall Warrior's trump card was to choose between self-destructing his Martial Spirit and burning it up. When it came to blowing yourself up, that was that. Literary Scholars could do the same, but they used Word Spirit to communicate with Heaven and Earth, borrowing divine power to bring down heavenly lightning. It was said that this method annihilated both body and soul, so few people ever used it.
After all, people always held out some hope for the world beyond death. If their souls were scattered and there was no next life, then all hope was truly gone.
In the more than two hundred years since the Calamity Star descended, the number of people with the guts to do this could be counted on one hand. Now Gu Ren would be added to their number.
He had watched his own brothers die one after another at the Black-clothed Martial Artist's hands. Even Shao Chong joining the battle had only let the others live a little longer. Chao Lian was wounded, too. How could Gu Ren not go mad?
But he was going mad with a clear head!
His only regret?
Probably that he couldn't fulfill his promise to drink together in the underworld.
But he had no regrets!
Sixth Brother's face was stricken with grief. "Big Brother!"
He hardened his heart and wanted to follow suit, but there was nothing he could do. It was only now that he learned that only one Literary Scholar in a given area could self-destruct and call down heavenly lightning. Under the pressure of the lightning's aura, the Literary Hearts of any other Literary Scholars within range would have their literary