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The black fire burned fiercely, and Liu Xin knelt on the ground, letting out a chilling howl.
His skin began to wither, his flesh shriveled, and under the scorching black fire, he slowly transformed into a skin-and-bones hungry ghost, his belly sunken inward.
The evaporated flesh and blood, his strength, his Qi-Blood, his Divine Soul power, all accompanied by the black smoke, faintly transformed into one face after another.
Those who died because of him, those followers who trusted him until death.
As Liu Xin completely turned into a pitch-black, skin-and-bones hungry ghost, the escaping black smoke, under the burning of the black fire, transformed into crows circling in the sky.
The ground beneath his feet rose into a Lonely Peak out of thin air.
Liu Xin's body, bound to the Lonely Peak, had to endure the erosion of the cold wind day and night.
