"Growing stronger against the strong..."
It was as though a small hole had suddenly opened in the layer of hard earth within Li Yan's mind. He abruptly realized something: six breaths had passed since Su Wenzhou first attacked the Light Gate.
Another breath later, Li Yan suddenly raised his head amid his defense and looked upward. Struggle flashed in his eyes, hesitation flickering rapidly across his face.
Li Yan had always planned before acting, but he was also exceedingly decisive. Today, however, he displayed a rare indecision. Two more breaths passed, and he began to feel waves of emptiness as the magical power circulated through his body.
That snapped him back to his senses as he defended himself. He hurriedly swallowed more pills, hastily replenishing some of his magical power once again.
"Then—do it!"
Li Yan's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, as though he had made the most difficult choice of his life. He was not fearless in the face of death either. At the instant he chose between life and death, the look of someone staking everything on one throw appeared on his face.
After that low roar in his heart, Li Yan suddenly withdrew his defenses, deliberately suppressing his physical body's defenses as well. But he did not remove them all—only those directly above his head.
Hiss, hiss, hiss...
In an instant, while Li Yan continued to block the light swords attacking from all around, countless blades pierced his entire body. Every one of those swords came from the Light Gate overhead.
The light swords fell like a curtain of rain. They pierced straight through Li Yan's skull, then shredded his body to pieces in the next instant. Li Yan vanished like smoke, and his Black God Shield collapsed with a trailing afterimage!
"Zhang Ming is dead!"
"He... did