"How could a mere illusion change my martial arts?"
As his words fell, the monster with a human head, a serpent's body, and dark red fleshy wings finally stopped moving altogether. Its serpentine body sprawled on the ground gave a few final twitches, then lost all signs of life.
Mo Yun stood where he was, staring expressionlessly at the hideous corpse on the ground, motionless for a long time.
In his mind, scenes from his previous life flashed past one by one like a revolving lantern.
The girl with a ponytail and a tiny mole on the tip of her nose, the classroom piled with textbooks and exercise books, the road home from school he had walked countless times, the dump truck hurtling toward him out of control...
It was all over.
In that world, he really had died.
The man alive now was Mo Yun, a manor guard of Crouching Tiger Manor, the younger brother of Mo Yiyi, a Bright Force martial artist struggling to survive in a chaotic world overrun by demons.
"Let the past stay in the past."
Mo Yun let out a heavy breath, pressing all those surging thoughts back into the depths of his heart.
He stepped forward and crouched beside Painted Skin's still faintly twitching remains, then reached out and pressed his hand against the cold body covered in black scales.
In an instant, a familiar sensation surged through him.
Streams of invisible, intangible energy poured madly out of Painted Skin's body, flooding into him through his fingers like a mountain torrent bursting through a dam.
The energy was bone-chillingly cold, carrying an evil aura that instinctively turned his stomach. Yet the moment it entered the Black-and-White Seal on his wrist, it was transformed into pure black radiance.
The Black Seal burned like fire,