Li Xuanling had died.
The relentless downpour continued, diluting the blood that flowed everywhere, while crows cawed mournfully in the rain. The sign of "Zhèn Huí Watch" lay in three pieces on the ground, scattered haphazardly.
Kneeling on the ground, Fa Hui leaned forward, his figure's lines sleek and powerful as a tiger under the washing rain. He supported Li Xuanling, breathing heavily from three inches away, the golden talismans in his palm lighting up one by one. Beneath him, Li Xuanling had already stopped moving.
"Huff..."
With a deep sigh, Fa Hui's spellcasting began to take effect, eyes sparkling with golden light, ready to devour Li Xuanling's life span.
"The ninth life... the ninth life... Nine Lives Maha."
