"Ah..."
Deep within Nine Nether Mountain, a heart-rending howl shook the entire night.
Ning Jiuyou's face went from pale to ashen, then from ashen to an almost translucent, waxy yellow.
"Lin... Shi... san..."
Ning Jiuying gritted his teeth, each word like a clot of blood squeezed through the gaps.
He could feel that the remnant soul parasitizing Xiao Han's body had been utterly annihilated.
Along with it, the wisp of life-bound divine sense attached to the remnant soul had been crushed and devoured, leaving not even a scrap.
"Cough... pfft..."
He spat out another mouthful of blood.
The guards outside the cave abode heard the commotion, but none dared enter.
They all knew Protector Ning had a violent temper. Barging in now, even ten lives would not be enough.
Bracing himself against the stone wall, Ning Jiuying staggered to his feet.
"Yellow dragon third layer... a junior at the yellow dragon third layer..."
He muttered to himself, his voice filled with an almost deranged refusal to accept it.
Over a thousand years. He had roamed the Tianyuan Continent for a thousand years-what great winds and waves had he not weathered?
Back when the Immortal Alliance besieged Nine Nether Mountain, he had held the rear alone, withstanding the combined assault of three sky soaring realm cultivators and ultimately escaping unscathed.
Yet now, a junior of the Human Race at the yellow dragon third layer had actually forced him to detonate his remnant soul.
A dark-red, savage light roiled in Ning Jiuying's eyes as he stumbled out of the cave abode and made his way along the pitch-black tunnel, step by step.
The Demon Sect disciples he encountered bowed and moved aside the moment they spotted him from afar, not daring even to raise their heads.
Ning Jiuying passed through three warded