Everyone's eyes remained fixed on the white light in midair, where Zen energy surged.
A moment later, as the Zen energy gradually subsided, the white light faded with it.
They looked closely. The Saint King's enormous, thirty-foot-tall body had vanished, leaving only the murderous Great Axe, which fell to the ground with a clang.
The next instant, Lin Mo plummeted down as well, crashing heavily onto his back as though all his strength had deserted him.
"Lin..."
"Fellow Daoist Lin!"
Luo Lan, Qin Baochuan, and the others blanched. Forcing themselves to stand despite their excruciating pain, they limped toward Lin Mo.
Once again, Gongsun Fu was the first to rush forward. She cradled Lin Mo's head in her lap and asked anxiously, "Young Master Lin, you... how could you..."
When Qin Baochuan and the others drew near and took a closer look, they all sucked in a breath of cold air.
At that moment, the skin covering Lin Mo's body had become as dry as tree bark, riddled with deep wrinkles.
His jet-black hair had turned silvery white, and even its roots had dried and cracked like withered grass.
That single strike of Lotus Annihilation had transformed Lin Mo from a spirited young man in his early twenties into a dying old man, flickering like a guttering candle in the wind.
Feeling his vitality continue to drain away, none of them knew what to do.
Gongsun Fu desperately cast healing spells, pouring all her strength into saving Lin Mo's life.
Under Gongsun Fu's ministrations, Lin Mo finally regained a little strength. He slowly opened his eyes and managed a faint smile.
"At last... it worked..."
Lin Mo's voice had also become as hoarse as a centenarian's. Merely speaking a single sentence seemed to exhaust him.
Although he had accomplished the