"No escape."
One after another, the blood plasma stained the inside of the wooden fish. The beautiful palms of the Pure World Bodhisattva lay slack on either side, fingers twitching slightly until they fell completely still.
The emaciated chest was riddled with holes, a harrowing sight.
Yet, in stark contrast to this tragic scene, the monk's eyes, gradually dimming, bore a trace of liberation.
Finally, he wouldn't have to face this lunatic god of slaughter anymore. Perhaps returning to the Heavenly Dao for some time would help him recover from today's shocks.
"…"
Shen Yi, somewhat numb, withdrew the Non-action Sword, its slick feel nauseating him.
He stood up and leaned against the inner wall of the wooden fish, the sword slipping from his hand and clattering to the ground.
The power he gained from making the Immortal Oath exceeded Shen Yi's expectations, so much so that the Five Tempered Blood Jade he had prepared was unused.
His current exhaustion wasn't due to depletion.
