Jing Wu, whose throat was being gripped, began to struggle desperately under the instinct to survive.
Even the black robe that had been carefully preserved through the process of Disassembling Everything started to shatter.
Jing Yi expressed some surprise,
"You want to live? But you've been dead for a long time, haven't you?"
"Do you remember? All five of you, you've been dead, dead within the choices you've made yourselves. The people you once were, have been killed by your own hands."
"My lord once said that five great human natures might bring about five different powers when twisted."
Jing Yi's hand seemed capable of absorbing the indelible life force of Well Level beasts.
Before this, he couldn't do it.
Six Well Levels, in fact, none could kill the other.
But now, with the return of the Twisted Master, he also obtained a portion of the "authority."
The current Jing Yi looked more like a reaper.
Jing Wu's life force was fading away little by little, irreversibly so.