But as more and more Corpse Wraiths and corpse demons gathered around him, all he could do was keep killing, killing, killing.
When he could kill no longer, he unleashed his blade domain to kill.
Within this blade domain, the only thing he did not have to worry about was exhausting his true essence, because Blade Ghost had given him an inexhaustible supply.
Even so, in his current state, Xu Taiping could still endure this for ten days, half a month, or even six months to a year. After all, whenever he had tested his blade against Blade Ghost before, he had spent a year in the blade domain each time.
But once this slaughter went on for more than a year, Xu Taiping felt his mind beginning to falter.
And his mental exhaustion directly allowed the domain power of this heart-pulling blade prison to erode his mind. Little by little, his hearing and sight faded, leaving only the pain, several times more intense than in the outside world, clear to his senses.
After a year and a half had passed, his mind fell completely, and he could only watch helplessly as he became a walking corpse, step by step.
The suffering of becoming a walking corpse was not physical pain, but mental torment.
That sense of helplessness and despair tormented him every moment, as though he were falling into an abyss whose bottom he could never see.
At that moment, Xu Taiping suddenly understood with perfect clarity that this endless despair, with not a single glimmer of hope in sight, was harder to endure than any physical pain.
And he still had to spend another long year and a half alone in this endless despair.
Three days later.
"Hah, hah, hah..."
After spending three long years in heart-rending