Looking at the lifeless body of Zhang Fengneng, Chu Yi's own body began to sway.
Chilling wind whipped past his ears, and when he turned to look, Murong Xue had disappeared at some point.
As for himself, he was covered in blood from head to toe.
He was truly fortunate this time.
If it weren't for something inside his body being awakened, it could very well have been he, not Zhang Fengneng, lying on the ground.
Fueled by fury, Chu Yi had managed to hold on until this moment.
After the enemy had no more attack power, and he had expended his last bit of energy, he simply didn't have the strength left anymore.
Thud!
Chu Yi fell straight backwards onto the ground.
The previously overwhelming whistling sound and the terrifying clamor of weapons had all vanished.
What was left were only the whooshing sounds of the wind and the slowly disappearing demonic form of Chu Yi.
His crimson hair began to gradually change, bit by bit.
In the end, it turned back to black.
