Wind came after the rain, and raindrops scattered down.
A fine drizzle fell without end, dispersing some of the mist.
White Knife's headless corpse slowly toppled over. The wound rapidly reddened, blackened, and began to undergo Hell Transformation, large blisters rising across it. But in the next instant, unable to complete the contamination without vital organs, the corpse whooshed into flame and quickly burned into black ash.
Lin Hui stood behind him, watching Black Knife slowly rise. Black Knife was now completely different from before.
Dense black-red horns sprouted from the back of his head, curved like a wild crop of short hair.
A great deal of black bone grew beneath his face, completely covering its lower half as though he wore half a black mask.
Black Knife's eyes were blood-red, glowing with phosphorescent light. Rings of scorching heat slowly spread from him, mingling with the wind and rain and evaporating even more vapor and mist.
"Do you still have your senses?" Lin Hui raised his longsword, flashed to the right, and looked at Black Knife.
Black Knife did not answer. He merely stood there blankly, seemingly adapting to his new body.
Roar!
Suddenly, he threw back his head with a furious roar and pounced at Lin Hui like a beast.
But in the next instant, silver light flashed.
Lin Hui's figure vanished like a bubble and appeared behind Black Knife, slowly sheathing his sword.
The wild wind howled, sending his black hair streaming in the breeze.
He turned his head and looked at Black Knife behind him.
A mass of black-red flames surged up from below, abruptly enveloping Black Knife and turning him into a black-red torch that burned fiercely.
The next second, the black-red flames lunged at Lin Hui, plunging into his chest with lightning speed before vanishing.