Liu Yiyi grasped the talisman in her hand, trembling and seemingly hesitant about whether to use it or not.
As the death toll among the disciples at Penglai Pavilion continued to rise, Tang Yi's Original Martial Soul, which trailed behind him, had almost completely turned black. With an appearance as dark as pitch, he resembled a soul reaper crawling out from Hell, claiming the lives of dozens of Penglai Pavilion disciples with each strike.
At the same time, the Mingwu Blade in Tang Yi's hand flashed with an increasingly intense, almost blinding bloodlight. Even the bloodlight in Tang Yi's eyes deepened, as if he reveled in the unfettered euphoria that came after reaping lives.
"Tang... Yi!"
Liu Yiyi, looking at the completely transformed Tang Yi in front of her, felt an unbearable pain in her heart.
"Yiyi!"
