As the Soul Law Spirit spoke, it used the power of karma's evolution to continuously manifest scenes of Ling Shuang and the others dying within Yang Lingrui's mind.
These were not merely a few fleeting fragments of imagery, but a real experience that made him feel as though he were there himself.
Yang Lingrui could feel each person's struggle before death—their roars, cries, fury, unwillingness, and the bloody stench wafting from their wounds.
The Soul Law Spirit knew of Yang Lingrui's relationship with these people, so when manifesting these illusions, it naturally tailored them specifically to him, all to shake Yang Lingrui's will to the greatest extent possible.
For instance, his nephew Yang Yuanhong fell on the final stretch before reaching the summit.
Though he had already given everything he had, breaking through the encirclement of the Dharma Corpses time and again, constantly calling Yang Lingrui's name as he fought his way toward the mountaintop, his figure was ultimately swallowed by swarms of Dharma Corpses.
Yang Lingrui watched helplessly as those Dharma Corpses tore the scales from his dragon body, ripped apart his flesh and blood, smashed his tendons and bones. The scalp-numbing crackling sounds, mingled with Yang Yuanhong's despairing roars, made his death all the more tragic and heroic.
Then came Ling Shuang. As the Sword Immortal Taicang, not only had she lost the treasured sword in her hand, even her sword body had been completely frozen, leaving her without the slightest ability to resist.
Before she was smashed apart by the Dharma Corpses, her gaze turned once more toward Yang Lingrui atop the snowy peak.
Yet this time, her eyes no longer held the confidence and carefree spirit they once had. All that remained was unwillingness to accept such an ending, along with resentment toward Yang Lingrui.
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