"B-but your wounds!" Du Yu said, trembling. "If you don't get them treated, you'll die!"
Nezha gave a bitter smile and said, "God of Trends, don't waste your efforts. I'm already dying."
"What?"
Nezha held out his hand and looked at the flames blazing on it. "My master once warned me never to practice Samadhi True Fire, but I wouldn't listen. I am an incarnation of lotus root, a body of pure wood. Though I can produce the most powerful Samadhi True Fire, once it burns me, my entire body will burn without ever stopping."
Du Yu listened blankly, helplessness written all over his face.
Nezha continued, "All my internal organs are burning now. Nothing can put it out. Like a candle whose flame cannot be blown out, sooner or later, I'll burn away."
"H-how could this happen?!" Du Yu said anxiously. "Isn't there still the Supreme Elder Venerable? He can control Samadhi True Fire too. Maybe he can save you!"
"God of Trends, you've taught me many things. Before I die, let me venture to teach you something too... It's Supreme Elder 'Lord,' not Supreme Elder 'Venerable.'" Nezha gripped the Fire-Tipped Spear and pointed it at the monk before him. "Go. Even if I burn to ashes, I'll take him to the grave with me."
"B-but..." Du Yu's lips moved slightly. He had already lost so many important people in this war. Was even Nezha beyond saving now?
"I have only myself to blame for all this," Nezha said. "I coveted the immense power of Samadhi True Fire without ever considering the day it would turn against me."
Du Yu wanted to say more, but he knew nothing would help.
Nezha's entire body was glowing red, fierce flames raging inside him. Simply standing there with an expressionless face was