Published: March 2, 2025
“Does it hurt?”
A deep, hoarse voice echoed in Wen Yu's ears as he watched the trembling figure of Lord of the Jiang Family. He shook his head gently.
“I’m not quite sure, but it seems you should understand what’s about to happen next.”
“Don’t struggle; you know that even if you do, you can’t escape my grasp. In fact, it will only make you lose your last shred of dignity…”
As he spoke, a short knife made of No Winter gradually appeared in Wen Yu's palm.
He slowly stepped around to the back of Lord of the Jiang Family.
Then, Wen Yu gently lifted Lord of the Jiang Family’s head, exposing his wrinkled neck entirely to the blade. When the cold edge pressed against the skin, Wen Yu could feel Lord of the Jiang Family trembling even more violently!
Before death, no one can maintain a calm heart…
However, a terrifying power suppressed every movement of Lord of the Jiang Family. The contrast was so apparent that he gradually lost the desire to resist. He remained silent, waiting for death to arrive.
Noticing the fleeting thoughts of Lord of the Jiang Family, Wen Yu looked down at his dimming eyes and continued to speak.
“Cooperate well with me to complete the ritual. I don’t know how this thing works, but I promise you, if it doesn’t destroy your soul, I will return your soul to the Demon Realm and let you re-enter the energy cycle there…”
“Perhaps, you might even have a rebirth.”
“By the way, do you believe in reincarnation?”
Wen Yu supported Lord of the Jiang Family’s head, leisurely discussing life philosophy. Gradually, the person beneath him seemed to regain a glimmer of light in his eyes as he looked at Wen Yu's focused gaze and blinked gently.
“I believe.”
“That’s good; at least, there’s still something to hold onto…”
Before his words had faded, Wen Yu had already swung the knife.
The sharp blade instantly tore open Lord of the Jiang Family’s throat. At the same time, Wen Yu exerted force with his right hand, yanking Lord of the Jiang Family’s head up. With a loud cracking sound, Lord of the Jiang Family’s head, along with his spine, was forcibly pulled out.
Even an eleventh level strongman, facing such a terrifying impact, should be as dead as one could be!
…
Before being captured, Lord of the Jiang Family had his Spatial Items confiscated by Wen Yu, which contained dozens of revival items that were pocketed by Wen Yu.
But that didn’t mean Lord of the Jiang Family himself lacked any revival skills.
He might have them, or he might not; Wen Yu wasn’t sure.
However, when Lord of the Jiang Family’s body fell to the ground, Wen Yu realized that the concern he had about the ‘revival ability’ was entirely futile.
Because the abyssal gaze had already revealed its strange nature!
Pure black Demon Blood dripped down, subsequently drawn towards the location of the abyssal gaze by some unknown gravitational force. The droplet-like blood continuously spread towards the abyssal gaze, which seemed like a sponge, sucking up every last drop!
Sucking…
Indeed, like savoring fine wine.
Wen Yu even felt that the indistinct face of the abyssal gaze was showing him a strange smile.
“Putting on a show, trying to scare someone…”
Wen Yu muttered under his breath, then set down Lord of the Jiang Family’s head.
As a result, the sucking force intensified.
It was as if a storm surged within the small prison cell. The Heaven-Covering Robe worn by Wen Yu fluttered wildly in the sudden wind. In the next moment, an eerie soul energy emanated from the abyssal gaze, enticing Lord of the Jiang Family’s head. Moments later, from a soul perspective, Wen Yu saw Lord of the Jiang Family’s soul being pulled closer to the abyssal gaze by this energy.
“Save me! Save me!”
The soul of Lord of the Jiang Family, having just died, still retained memories of his life. His soul clawed and flailed as if he wanted Wen Yu to save him—at least to allow his soul to return to the cycle of the Demon Realm, hoping for that elusive rebirth.