This death is too wrongful.
Even being beaten to death would be better than dying so silently.
With a moment of despondence and hopelessness, he exploded to his limits, his momentum rising unprecedentedly, yet that was all, displaying his mangled body before the Demon Emperor!
"What poison is this!"
His psychic power shook the void, these words his last attachment to this world.
When he uttered these words, his entire face and head were already rotten, like a snowman under the scorching sun, his head melting askew, the snow water rushing down, his body gradually shrinking.
...
Witnessing such a bizarre phenomenon, the Cat Emperor and the others all shivered uncontrollably. Can he still be alive?
What kind of poison?
So terrifying!
Feng Ying, hanging midair, spoke in a milky voice, "What you mentioned, Senma, I don't know...what poison?"
When she spoke, it actually sounded like the voice of a four- or five-year-old little girl.