Qin Feiyu flew into a rage. He was now overwhelmed by drowsiness and desperately wanted to sleep; he could not even hold the spear in his hand steady.
How could he fail to see the purpose of the star beast before him?
Since you want to drag this out, then I refuse to let you have your way.
A flash of madness crossed Qin Feiyu's face. The next moment, his aura began to surge wildly, while his lifespan was being consumed at an incomparably terrifying rate.
In the blink of an eye, his head of black hair had turned white, his face was covered in wrinkles, and his back had bent over. Only his eyes still gleamed, filled with fighting spirit.
"Burning your divine soul? You really don't care about your life anymore."
The star beast cried out in alarm. Burning one's blood still left a sliver of hope for survival, but burning one's divine soul left absolutely no chance of living.
Once it began, the divine soul would be consumed by the flames. When it was burned away, the person would die as well.
Moreover, there would be no chance of reincarnation. The entire person would be utterly struck from the rolls of this world.
"Die."
Qin Feiyu had no intention of continuing to waste words with him. He simply thrust out his spear, and its tip grew larger and larger, closer and closer in the star beast's eyes.
The spear was very slow—so slow that even a mortal could dodge it—but he could not.
For a time, sweat drenched his entire body, pouring down his massive frame like rain. He could not dodge it. He could not dodge it!
He could only watch helplessly as the spear reached him and finally pierced through his brain.
In the end,