The night was boundless and the fierce wind howled.
At this moment, on the verge of losing everything, Zuo Jinye still stood with his back straight and arms clasped, his face cold and imposing, much like an inviolable divine statue, exuding an aura of awe amidst the raging storm.
This righteous demeanor, like a hero facing death calmly, made the utterly disheveled Sang Que seem like a jumping villain.
Black and White Impermanence had already raised their mourning stick and soul hook against Zuo Jinye. The ghostly instinct for backlash had been kept in check in the past by Zuo Jinye's Master's Blade, which could easily suppress Black and White Impermanence.
Without the Master's Blade, he had to rely on the Heart Lamp to suppress them.
