He knew that his body, as it had been nurturing the deceased Su Yan’s corpse with Essence Blood, was already at the end of its strength.
Xiao Hua, although occasionally speaking to Su Yan, could also see that her horror at Feng Yu’s madness was extre.
After all, encountering such a lunatic bent on destroying the world, few are not afraid.
Su Yan could hear not only Feng Yu’s voice but also Xiao Hua’s occasionally trembling tone.
That day, Feng Yu killed hundreds of people, harvested their Golden Cores, and walked through the alley covered in blood.
His ice-cold gaze swept over the direction where Su Yan’s spirit floated.
Of course, Feng Yu could not see her.
But Xiao Hua was so terrified that even her voice trembled
"Ho-Host! Help, he’s so frightening!!"
The day he concocted Elixirs was in Guan Ning Valley.
The surroundings were already littered with corpses.
He stood at the very center, thodically throwing Golden Cores into the Alchemy Furnace.
When the Heart Point Blood of thousands was extracted and sprinkled into the Alchemy Furnace, at last, the Thunder Tribulation arrived.
That day, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the city seed oppressed by the blackness.
He acted as if he noticed nothing, continuing all that he was doing.
Not until the thunder roared, as lightning cleaved the clouds and fog, its azure-purple light flickering.
In an instant, it struck Feng Yu’s body.
Everything around him exploded.
Still, he steadily controlled the Alchemy Furnace, focused in his expression.
By now, his cultivation within the entire Cultivation World had no rival.
The first bolt of thunder seed to have no effect on him.
Thereafter, they ca one after another, with more and more Thunder Tribulations falling.
When the eighth bolt of lightning fell, its brilliance almost lit up the entire Cultivation World, the sound deafening.
Boom!
It struck down in an instant.
And at that mont, the Elixir was complete.
He leapt up, grasping the Elixir that floated in mid-air, emanating a faint red glow.
Bang!
The mont he seized it, he connected with the lightning.
This ti, in the end, he could not hold on.
Feng Yu in midair, like a kite with its string cut, fell to the ground in a straight line.
Crash!
Before the dust settled, another bolt of lightning fell, aiming at Feng Yu.
It seed that heaven had made up its mind; he was not to be allowed to survive.
Spurt! A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.
He staggered to his feet, wearing black clothes, so that the blood was not too conspicuous.
Accompanied by the final bout of Thunder Tribulation.
In the end, he still could not endure it.
His legs trembled, and he knelt to the ground.
He clenched the dicine pill tightly in his hand, his gaze fixed in the direction of the Demon Palace, with reluctance in his eyes, yet feeling liberated.
There, his girl was there.
Finally, he no longer had to endure daily tornt, watching that corpse go mad with demoniacal fits.
As he thought about it, another mouthful of fresh blood was spat out.
Su Yan stood by his side, reaching out to touch his cheek.
This ti, unlike before.
It seed, he saw her.
His eyes widened, coughing out blood,
"You···"
The next second, his heart stopped abruptly in his body.
His body, fell to the ground.
No more breath of life.
Su Yan looked down at him, her heart feeling heavy.
After a hundred years, she was nothing but a soul, yet her heart still ached.
She thought it was all over.
Yet she saw, the crimson raindrop-shaped crystal on her wrist, flashing without stop.
The next second, the red light intensified.
Following that, a soul erged from Feng Yu’s body, drifting out of it.
Su Yan looked up at it.
That soul shook its neck; it was not dressed in Feng Yu’s clothes but in a white robe.
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