In the eerily twisted Black Moon Realm, the man’s face was ferocious, trying to focus his spirit to use the Extraordinary Power, but it proved extrely difficult.
This sinister space continuously siphoned the Essence, Qi, and Spirit from his body.
Even his Blood Qi was fading away.
He was rely a simple Extraordinary.
His Blood Qi was far less abundant than that of a Martial Artist.
He only managed to hold on for a while before it beca unbearable.
Under such circumstances.
The characteristic of efficient recovery of an Extraordinary’s body was virtually useless.
A physique of efficient recovery.
Is sothing every Extraordinary essentially possesses, and as the Extraordinary Sequence continues to ascend, this recovery ability becos increasingly terrifying.
However.
This recovery is only for flesh injuries and so energy injuries.
For example, cell atrophy and necrosis caused by being hit by a Spirit Technique or struck by lightning.
Decay from inside out, however, is hard to recover.
This was why the man felt horrified.
Now he was like a person sprinting down the road of death, able to see the end of his life clearly.
This kind of fear.
Is unbearable.
"At this stage, are you still struggling?"
After a mont.
A familiar voice suddenly echoed in the darkness.
Baiyu, with a playful glimr in his eyes, erged from the darkness and stood silently beside him:
"Haven’t you given up yet?
This space, you have no way out.
And outside, once the Anomaly Bureau and City Guard Army arrive, you’ll have even less of a retreat.
Co clean about the mastermind, and I can spare your life for identifying them later.
You must realize.
The ones sending you on such a mission simply want you dead.
The disparity in power between us can’t be bridged by strategy alone.
I, Baiyu, have co this far on my own effort, do you think I wouldn’t have my guard up?"
Hearing this, the man felt so frustrated he could vomit blood.
This bastard was covered in gear a typical Martial Artist could never obtain in their lifeti, yet he continued to mock him.
If I had the Forbidden Armant, I could also pull this off!
The man wore a look of sarcasm and contempt on his face, turned away, and ignored him.
Baiyu, however, was not angry, instead coaxing persuasively: "This is your last chance to abandon darkness for the light.
I am a kind-hearted person and won’t force you.
However.
If you don’t agree, the consequences will be dire."
Upon hearing this, the man suppressed the anger in his heart and sneered: "It’s just death, anyway.
I, Shi Yifeng, dared to co today, already putting life and death aside.
However.
Don’t think that everything will be fine after you kill .
Soday, your end will be worse than mine.
I will rely leave ahead of ti."
Baiyu nodded thoughtfully and said, "So your na is Shi Yifeng, quite a flavorful surna.
However.
Who told you I wanted to kill you?"
Shi Yifeng’s determined expression froze in disbelief as he said: "You won’t kill ?"
"Of course, we have no deep resentnt, you’re rely after my life."
Baiyu smiled, patting him on the shoulder.
"I will find a few strong brothers to lock you in the dungeon and make sure they’re with you day and night for so group exercise.
Oh.
You might not know what strong brothers are.
This is what people from my hotown call them.
To make it easier to understand, you can imagine them as towering Bullman Race giants, over two ters tall and close to three ters.
I believe you’ll delight in befriending them, right?
The video of your interactions, I will record it and publish it online for others to watch.
After all, even a Sewuence Six Extraordinary is quite a sensational headline.
When it goes viral.
Maybe your family, friends, and loved ones will see it.
But perhaps, you wouldn’t mind this, right?
After all.
You aren’t even afraid of death."
Baiyu’s calm tone sounded like a demon’s whisper in Shi Yifeng’s ears.
"You... how dare you?
As a Martial Artist, what about your Martial Virtue!
Without cultivating Martial Virtue, eventually, your mind will beco unstable, your Spirit fractured, letting evil invade and taking monstrous form."
Shi Yifeng shouted fiercely.
Yet Baiyu remained indifferent, his eyes even more playful: "Young man, this is my Martial Virtue."
Upon hearing this.
Shi Yifeng’s face turned pale.
He could tell Baiyu was not joking with him.
These things Baiyu could indeed do.
Even.
From Baiyu’s expression, there were certainly more unscrupulous and vile thods in store.
By that ti.
He might wish he were dead.
Shi Yifeng’s face turned gradually pale, his fingers clutching his palm, almost embedded in the flesh.
Ti was running out for him.
The loss of Blood Qi continued unabated.
Continuing on.
It wouldn’t be long before he beca a puppet at the rcy of others.
But now.
Even if he wanted to summon the courage for a desperate fight, he had no opportunity.
In spaces involving Divine Power, generally only those at the Demigod stage could exert any control or launch an active counter.
Others could only play by the rules of the space.
For instance, in this scenario.
Shi Yifeng dared to assert that Baiyu’s Blood Qi was surely also depleting, and when he could no longer endure, he would dispel this space on his own.
But...
Baiyu, besides being an Extraordinary, was also a Martial Artist.
Moreover, an Elite Level Martial Artist, already reaching Tier Six.
According to the facts, his Core Technique was of the recovery type.
Simply put.
He was a massive Blood Qi tank.
Competing with him in terms of physical foundation or Blood Qi thickness was simply impossible.
He couldn’t understand why this bastard, in fear of death, would cultivate all sorts of bizarre techniques.
Shi Yifeng deliberated over various ans and finally drew a conclusion.
He, relying on himself alone, had no way to turn the tables in this hopeless situation.
"You’ve won..."
After a long while.
Shi Yifeng seed to have made so resolution in his eyes, whispering: "I’ll tell you the mastermind behind this affair..."
But he had just started to speak, not finishing his sentence.
His body broke out in blood-red tumors, growing, expanding, and bursting like bubbles.
Blood erupted from the ruptured lesions.
Baiyu’s expression transford.
But Shi Yifeng wasn’t surprised.
On the contrary, it seed he had known about this early on, a trace of determination mingling in his expression:
"Since I promised to tell you, I was ready for this outco.
If my skills are inferior.
I concede willingly.
However, I hope one day you’ll revive . No, you must revive , swear by the God of Justice!"
Baiyu’s face subtly changed.
Swearing by the Divine Spirit wasn’t just a simple vow.
It was an obligation that must be fulfilled.
Revival?
Was that truly possible?
Baiyu doubted such a thing could happen.
"Do not be surprised.
Serving certain deities, even when struck back by Divine Power, offers a sliver of hope.
For devotees of the Red Cup, it’s always like this."
The aberrations on Shi Yifeng’s body beca increasingly severe, and he glared coldly at Baiyu: "At the final mont, still, won’t you agree?"
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