Where Are Your Elders?

Lin Jun's brows drew tight. Wulie looked half-mad, every word seeming to be clawed from his throat in a hysterical rasp that carried an inexplicable anguish.

And yet Wulie appeared perfectly whole, without a wound on him.

"He's gone mad."

Lin Jun shook his head.

At Wulie's level, madness should have been all but impossible. Yet Lin Jun was certain Wulie had lost his mind completely. Only his last shred of reason, sustained by the aura of his Half-Sea Demon blood, remained.

"Understandable, I suppose. You've killed him so many times. Dying and coming back, again and again—of course he went mad."

Lao Xu sighed. Living like that was worse than dying.

"But can we really not kill Wulie?"

A headache seized Lao Xu. If they could not even deal with Wulie, what were they supposed to do against a monster like Su Ming?

"I think we can."

His fight with Wulie had convinced Lin Jun that his approach was sound. He simply had not drained Wulie enough last time.

That was all.

Wulie watched the two of them ignore him and start talking. A flicker of anger crossed his face, but then confusion took its place.

What was anger?

Wulie's gaze was clear, as though he could no longer feel any emotion in the world.

"Where is Su Ming?"

Lin Jun asked outright. Even if Wulie attacked him again now, Lin Jun was fully confident the man would not come back to life this time.

The Stone Stele was right beneath them. Lin Jun could even feel the thirty thousand Blood Shadows urging him to go down and retrieve it.

"Su Ming? Su Ming..."

Wulie grew confused again, the Sea Demon aura around him thickening.

It seemed he was about to lose the ability to think altogether.

"...The Heavenly