"Fall!"
Qin Yan let out a soft shout, his voice filled with resolve.
The Soul Severing Blade in the air moved at his command.
The pitch-black blade trembled sharply, then transformed into a streak of black saber light that cleaved straight toward Qin Yan's glabella!
The saber light flashed, swift as lightning.
It passed through Qin Yan's head in an instant before vanishing, as though it had never existed.
The instant the saber light entered his glabella, Qin Yan felt a thunderous boom erupt in his mind, as if something had been torn apart.
Intense pain surged over him like a tide, instantly drowning all his senses.
"Urgh—"
Qin Yan could not help letting out a muffled groan, his voice thick with suppressed agony.
His face was pale, utterly bloodless.
Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the floor with soft pattering sounds.
His hands trembled slightly, his breathing became rapid and ragged, and his entire body twitched faintly beyond his control.
He appeared to have no external injuries. His robes were neat, and his skin was unbroken.
But his mind—
At that moment, it had already been split in two.
In the air, a mass of pitch-black radiance slowly revolved.
The space around it distorted faintly, while an invisible spiritual ripple permeated the air—cold, profound, and eerie enough that no one would dare approach.
This was the half of his Mental Strength that had been severed by the Soul Severing Blade.
One half remained inside his body, while the other floated in the air.
Between the two halves of Mental Strength, some sort of connection still remained in the unseen, like two invisible threads binding them tightly together.
Yet that connection was incredibly faint, there and not there, as though it might