The stopping and stillness lasted for a long time—or perhaps only the blink of an eye.
Yu Lian stared at the girl right in front of him. He watched disbelief spread across Fifi's face as her charge came to an abrupt halt. She lowered her head and stared in disbelief at Yu Lian's hands, buried in her body.
And so, the gathered hatred and curses, along with the last trace of warmth in her eyes, shattered in that instant. She parted her lips and hummed out a stream of dark light.
Yu Lian could taste the rusty flavor of it.
"Look at you... You killed me without a second thought? You only ever cared about yourself, didn't you?"
Yu Lian was in agony, but his wrists, sunk into the girl's body, boomed with a force no ordinary person could see.
It was the Funeral Spirit Rite. A specialized attack against Void Realm lords, passed down by his benefactor and refined through his own understanding—a powerful technique that could drain half his mana in a single use.
Since it was a powerful technique, he had to use it sparingly.
Since it was specifically designed to attack Void Realm entities, it naturally came with a supplementary ability that unraveled information effects. But that hardly mattered anymore.
"Fifi's" figure gradually lost its color and substance, turning more and more insubstantial.
Yu Lian nearly burst into tears. Whoever she was, she was still his Fifi. He felt what she felt, grieved for her with all his heart, and felt as though half his soul had been torn away.
He wanted nothing more than to kill himself.
"You..." When her last words cut off, what echoed in Yu Lian's ears had already become a deep curse.
That was no longer Fifi's voice.
It could not