Desperate Last-Ditch Counterattack

Wolf Owl hung in midair, his shattered body like wind-tossed fluff. Every breath tugged at his fragmented meridians and organs, agony nearly drowning his consciousness.

But even harder to endure was the tearing pain deep within his soul, as though ten thousand venomous insects were gnawing at it, along with the chaos and madness from the backlash of that ancient remnant soul—madness that was on the verge of assimilating him completely.

He looked at Lu Chen, kneeling on one knee in the air not far away. Lu Chen's aura was even weaker than his own, as though it might gutter out completely the next instant, yet those cold, sharp violet-gold eyes made the chill in Wolf Owl's heart deepen.

A mere Supernatural Power realm cultivator... had actually forced him into such a state!

Humiliation! Monstrous humiliation! Alongside the fear that had seeped into his bones, it ultimately transformed into an even madder killing intent.

"Cough... cough, cough..." Wolf Owl coughed up several mouthfuls of black blood, seemingly mixed with tiny fragments of his soul. His voice was hoarse as a broken bellows. "Good... very good, Lu Chen... You're the first... to force me this far..."

Slowly, he raised his only remaining left hand, the one that could still barely move, and tremblingly pulled a bone token from within the lining of his shattered heavy armor. It was pitch-black all over and covered in bizarre blood-red patterns.

The bone token was only palm-sized, yet it radiated an intense, nauseatingly cold death aura. It shared the same origin as the Undead Monarch's power permeating the battlefield, but seemed even older, even more evil.

"This is... the Netherbone Life-Substitution Talisman... bestowed by the Soul-Burying Venerable..." Madness and resolve flashed through Wolf Owl's eyes. "I had originally... saved it for Mo Qianqiu... or other