This person died with a puzzled look on his face.
What crime have I committed?
After I die, why would I even care about everything else? Isn't that a man's most basic drive?
"Kill and you dirty your own hands — there are no words that ring truer than this," Yun Yang stretched out his hands in disgust. The air condensed, producing a torrent of water that poured downwards.
Yun Yang washed his hands, still unable to simmer down. "Why are there even people like this in this world? How in the world could such people exist?"
Whatever that happens after you die has nothing to do with you. Since your death is the only point, you might as well go ahead and die now!
Yun Yang paused for a moment as if he was stunned. He turned to Ji Lingxi, somewhat shocked. "Lingxi, can you recall the condition of the abilities displayed by those people earlier?"