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“Buzz, buzz, buzz…”
It was unclear whether Qian Mo's "laxative" had finally taken effect or if Qian Mo's angry curses and taunts had stirred the last remnants of pride within the Black Sun, the companion of the Ink Jade Qilin. The blood-red sun began to tremble once more!
The crimson energy continuously flowing into the Crocodile Spirit from the chains suddenly hesitated and began to reverse its course.
It was resisting! Like a battle spirit of ancient times awakening from its slumber, it demanded that the world remember its name once again!
River Water Chains? Bound for thousands of years? Sorry, at this moment, all it wanted was to break free from these "ropes" and crush that ugly creature born from its own killing intent for tens of thousands of years a hundred thousand times!
“Roar!!!”
Sensing the disturbance, the Crocodile Spirit was horrified; even its murky, lifeless eyes, usually filled with violent emotions, now showed an unprecedented hint of fear.
It never expected that after tens of thousands of years, the first and last emotion it would learn—aside from its bloodlust—would be fear!
Blood light erupted from its body as the River Water Chains tightened relentlessly, trying to prevent this Black Sun from escaping. The whips formed from flowing water lashed down upon it, seemingly intending to use torture to force this sun—who had never shown such rebellious behavior in all these years—back into submission!
But the trembling did not cease; instead, it intensified…
Just as one can never wake a person pretending to sleep, one cannot silence a lofty soul that has broken free from its shackles!
Memories… were nonexistent.
Yet it remembered the appearance of this creature, remembered the humiliation it had suffered at its hands!
Strength… was nearly depleted.
But it would use every last bit of strength to take revenge on this thief who had stolen its essence!
Its body… was no longer its own!
Yet it would make this being that had altered its form pay dearly!
True killing intent is never fueled by boiling blood! Those who feel excitement at slaughter and death are merely street thugs! A true killer brings calmness, silence, and bone-chilling coldness to their enemies!
“Boom!!!”
In the next moment, the towering River Water Chains shattered inch by inch. No more frenzied thoughts escaped from the Black Sun. The sun that had illuminated this dark space for tens of thousands of years finally welcomed its ice age—its true self!
The chains broke apart, yet no river water fell because they had long been frozen into ice…
Along with them was the Crocodile Spirit, looking up at the sky with eyes still holding traces of fear and unwillingness…
Having wielded power for tens of thousands of years, it ultimately found itself harmed by the very chains it used to absorb energy. The bone-chilling cold invaded its body; even as all its strength was directed towards pursuing Qian Mo, the Crocodile Spirit could not mount an effective resistance. After having its essence of killing intent drawn back by the Black Sun, it became a massive ice sculpture.
Without their master, the thousands of blood spears became like water without roots. Finally, before the last trace of Qian Mo's will was exhausted, they transformed into a sky full of blood mist, which then scattered away...
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