On his illusory face, the deepest despair of his life was revealed.
His last hope had also shattered.
He didn't even have the right to perish together with his opponent.
This absolute sense of powerlessness.
It pained him ten thousand times more than death.
"Why..."
"Why is it like this..."
His residual soul muttered to the wind.
All his pride, all his dignity, were crushed in this instant by Luo Qingchen in the most ruthless and direct way.
Luo Qingchen slowly descended from the starlit platform.
Step by step, he walked to the illusory remnant soul.
"I gave you a chance."
He looked at him, speaking indifferently.
"Now, you don't even have the right to beg for a swift death."
Saying this, he slowly extended his right hand.
Pressed down on the illusory head of the Silver-Masked Demonic Cultivator.
"No... don't..."
The remnant soul of the Silver-Masked Demonic Cultivator unleashed a scream of ultimate terror.
He knew what the other intended to do.
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