A small purple ball in the corner trembled. It was obvious that it was moved by Di Beiming's words. The Strange Grass's aura had wrapped even more of the Qi of Death around Di Beiming's primordial spirit!
I do not believe that one can hold on for much longer. No matter how strong your will is, you cannot withstand such a high concentration of the Death Qi!
Di Beiming's primordial spirit began to tremble. The scar in his heart was once again cut into a bloody mess. He told himself over and over again to hold on. If he gave up, the Black Thing would really never wake up again.
The Strange Grass was trembling in anger. Was this pretty boy not human? With so much of the Qi of Death lingering around him, he could still go on. How despicable!
