Do I prefer life, or do I prefer death?
An Lin was momentarily dazed upon hearing this question. Wasn't this question f*cking retarded? Who didn't prefer life?
Lan Xiaoni immediately started squealing upon seeing the misty black figure. "It's the Ancient Heavenly Fiendcelestial! Why is it here?!"
An Lin was also startled. He fixed his gaze upon the human-shaped black mist.
This was the Ancient Heavenly Fiendcelestial that had forced the High Priest and the High Priestess to sacrifice themselves?
But the Ancient Heavenly Fiendcelestial was already dead! So who was this individual before them?
Remnant conscience from death? Leftover non-sentient power?
Countless questions raced through An Lin's mind.
At this moment, the black mist person spoke again, "One final time. Do you prefer life, or do you prefer death?"
"Of course I prefer life!" An Lin answered without hesitation.