His body was steeped in decay; all his qi and blood yearned to die!
Lin Zhengren could clearly feel his golden body rotting away, his jade marrow drying up. His limbs and bones were like withered flowers that had fallen spent, scattering in the wind.
Every muscle, every meridian, seemed to have gained a will of its own—a will to die. No longer lively and vigorous, they had instead become like rotten wood, one after another leaping into the Abyss and walking the path of self-destruction.
His divine consciousness was clear, yet he could not control himself. With Hundred Ghosts Walk by Day, he could not even open his eyes.
He could feel that King Qinguang truly wanted to kill him—and was killing him—and he had no way to resist!
King Qinguang's strength was far greater than he had imagined. Or rather, his established observations and judgments simply could not keep pace with King Qinguang's growth.
The great hand formed of jade-green light gripped his throat and held him high in the air, like a gallows standing alone against the wind. His body had already stiffened, like a corpse that had been dried in the wind for a long time after its execution.
He absolutely did not want to die! Absolutely not.
His fierce will to live nearly broke through the clamp of deathly intent. The collision between those two violent wills—survival and death-seeking—actually tore open his skin, leaving bloodlines all over his body. His head was on the verge of exploding!
"Mm! Mm—"
Strength unexpectedly arose from the desolation of Lin Zhengren's Dao body. With difficulty, he pointed at himself, indicating that he had something to say.
"Hm?" The voice within the jade-green light carried a trace of cold surprise.
As his cultivation advanced, his grasp of killing had