Lu Mingfei walked out of the canyon.
The view before him suddenly opened up, yet the vast openness sent a chill through his heart. Huge floes drifted across the boundless sea. Those icebergs were not pure white, but a murky dark color, like snow mixed with ashes that had been frozen for a very, very long time.
There was no wind on the sea, yet the water rose and fell without cease, the waves raging for no reason at all, as though something enormous were turning over in the deep waters.
Red vines drilled up from beneath the ice, intertwining with one another to weave a narrow, winding path forward. Lu Mingfei stepped onto the vines. Pale red seawater lay on either side, and the churning waves occasionally surged over the path, soaking his ankles.
He ran from one floe to another before finally climbing the iceberg ahead. A continuous chain of icebergs formed an enormous basin, at the center of which lay a shallow layer of seawater, like a lake.
"Let's go, little brother," Lu Mingfei murmured in his heart.
Without hesitation, he used up his final quarter of life in exchange for a chance to unleash his power.
"You're finally willing to call me that. I'm so happy, big brother—"
Lu Mingze's phantom appeared behind him. The Little Devil's voice carried undisguised delight.
The phantom drifted forward and embraced Lu Mingfei from behind. Then his body slowly sank, merging with Lu Mingfei.
Lu Mingfei felt an immense power surge up from the depths of his body, erupting like magma from some corner of his soul that had been sealed away for a long time. His veins burned, and every drop of blood boiled.
This final eruption was especially astonishing. He felt that if he had possessed this kind