Immediately afterward, excruciating pain tore through his entire body, nearly beyond his endurance.
He leaned against the wall and slowly slid down with his heavy body. Blood streamed down him, staining the ground around him red.
Yun Ming stared wide-eyed at He Xi, his eyes filled with unwillingness and hatred.
He Xi, meanwhile, looked at him coldly, as though she were looking at an ant about to die.
"I..."
Yun Ming felt the world before his eyes gradually dimming, his consciousness beginning to blur.
His eyelids grew heavier and heavier as a suffocating aura of death rushed toward him.
He was going to die.
That thought echoed endlessly in Yun Ming's mind.
He refused to die like this!
He still had the system. He was supposed to be the protagonist of this world!
Why...?
Why was Keisha clearly the one at fault, yet he had to bear the consequences?
Despair, unwillingness, resentment, fear... These negative emotions kept breeding within Yun Ming's heart, flooding his mind.
At that moment, an inexplicable force suddenly surged forth, tugging at his soul.
"That is..."
As if sensing something, Yun Ming turned his gaze toward his own psychic power.
His psychic power resembled a winding road that led straight into profound darkness.
And within that darkness, a faint purple glow had appeared.
Yun Ming exhausted all his strength to reach out, trembling as he grabbed at that purple light.
"What?"
He Xi stared coldly at Yun Ming, thinking he was about to point at her.
Instead, Yun Ming grabbed at the air.
The next second, a Purple Rift flashed into existence. Like a black hole, it warped Yun Ming's body and sucked him straight inside.
"What is..." Holy Keisha was startled and immediately reached out to seize Yun Ming.
He Xi instinctively raised an arm