Death was a form of relief for Schiller. After being corroded by the black material to suffer endless torment, his spirit had combusted and was now completely annihilated.
Chu Feng couldn't help but admit how ruthless this person was. There would probably be no one to suppress him on the continent if he wasn't interrupted coincidentally by Chu Feng.
This Schiller had still left Chu Feng with a gigantic problem even as he died.
The black substance was akin to a river breaching its dike as it came into contact with Chu Feng's spirit. He was drowned by the dark radiance with no way to evade.
Chu Feng gave it his all and to have his spirit charge out of this mysterious space, causing a blinding mass of light within the Hollow Jade Temple.
"Chu Feng, what's wrong!" Lu Tong shouted in alarm. The frantic old man's face was now pale as sheet.
The development was simply too sudden. The jade stone disintegrated and was burnt to a crisp, illuminating the whole of the Hollow Jade Temple.
