The urge to cling to life and fear death surged in her heart, sudden and uncanny. Ding Ying, who had intended to preserve her dignity through suicide, instantly felt her courage to undergo Dao Transformation fading.
She truly did not want to waste another chance at resurrection, much less be humiliated before dying, so she hesitated, so she struggled.
Lushu's squad had been wiped out. Just under half had died beneath the Corpse Puppet's sword, and Tang Feng had slaughtered all the rest. Amid the blood mist filling the sky and the chunks of corpses raining down, only Ding Ying and Lou Changfeng remained.
Both were affected by the desire to cling to life and fear death. They hung in midair, bodies rigid and expressions twisted, as though they had gone mad.
"No... impossible... why am I feeling afraid?!"
Lou Changfeng kept shaking his head, his eyes brimming with terror. "What sort of Secret Method is this, to disrupt the thoughts of Fifth-Grade Realm experts?"
Ding Ying's body shook violently. She raised her head with some difficulty, then fixed a fierce stare on Tang Feng and shouted, "You... you really can control a Cultivator's Divine Soul and desires?! You... which Ancient Sect or Immortal Sect are you an heir of?"
Not far away, endless wrathful qi enveloped Tang Feng's entire body, devouring everything he had.
His body had already begun to melt. Like a little clay figure battered by a hurricane, it was peeling apart and disintegrating bit by bit.
He did not care. Instead, he revealed a bright, gentle smile and said mildly, "Do you want to live? If you do, you can kneel and beg me."
At those words, both Ding Ying and Lou Changfeng looked as though a single sentence had shattered their hearts. Beyond hesitation and