Tang San Broke Down; a Heaven-Shaking Sword Strike Twenty Years Late, Ten Thousand Words

I'm afraid of getting yelled at, so I'll put on some armor at the start of this chapter: the character's ending was requested by the guy who submitted the character himself. He asked for it to be a little tragic and heroic.

"Why."

Life was rapidly draining from Fan Yu's body.

His muscles kept shriveling, and his blood and vitality gradually dried up.

A tall, sturdy man was gradually turning into something hunched and withered like firewood.

Fan Yu used almost every last bit of strength in his body and mobilized the little Soul Power he had left before he barely managed to force out two slurred words.

At this point, everything before his eyes had already grown incomparably dim, and all things were gradually turning black and white.

His pupils kept dilating and losing focus, a sign that the life of this Rank 8 Soul Tool Master was about to reach its end.

However, Zhou Yi did not answer him.

She merely watched from the side with a crazed and icy gaze.

Watched in silence.

As a former teacher of Shrek, she had long since held no hope for her own body, nor had she ever dared imagine that one day she could still walk out of this underground prison.

Unless a Deity truly descended to the world, then with all the meridians in her body severed and her dantian damaged, this was an incurable condition.

Even Medical Immortal Douluo Wang Xian'er of the Star Luo Empire, the strongest Healing-Type Soul Master on Douluo Continent, would have been helpless.

But who could have known that sometimes, Destiny was just this wondrous?

A god at the end of his rope, raging impotently, had accidentally cured a madwoman filled with hatred in her heart, all so he could once again regain