Zhang Linchuan at this moment could not tear his gaze away, nor could he see the Seven Stars reflecting the world. But he could feel the starlight streaming down, sensing the coldness of the world like the onset of winter.
For the first time, he truly felt the crisis of "death approaching."
Zzz, zzz.
A white mist rose around him, boiling like steam. Yet it was not scalding, but cold.
This was the Qi of Non-Life, an alienated application of his faith in the Church of Lifeless, cursed to kill the soul, believers lifeless, non-believers suffer eternally!
Because he had long prepared methods to sever ties with his followers, after the collapse of the Church of Lifeless, the accumulated Faith Power hadn't lost much; now he was unreservedly unleashing it, battling and entangling with Wang Changji's gaze, and his invisible fishing line!
His right hand drew back, extracting a rib for a blade, his head and neck unmoving, while his body spun.
Meeting sword with blade.
