"Even at the brink of death, you're still trying to provoke me to fight for the last shred of survival."
Under Ying Xiu's slightly open gaze, Baili An's lips curled coldly, and he surprisingly loosened his grip around his neck, withdrawing his hand with great restraint.
The energy controlling the rampant soul within him suddenly vanished, causing Ying Xiu to stumble forward, attempting to grab Baili An's sleeve.
With his head bowed, Baili An coldly watched, as his hands left two twisted bloody handprints on his clothes.
Ying Xiu's body slowly slid down, seemingly unable to comprehend why Baili An could ignore Yin Baishuang's life or death, without asking a single question, allowing him to perish.
With a gaze full of shock and fear, he fell to the ground.
In the end, the talisman paper, old and yellowed, scattered and withered like frost-covered leftover snow, blown away by the wind with a rustling sound.
