In front of Zhang Fan, he couldn't even sacrifice a pawn to save the king, let alone grasp that sliver of hope.
"Ah ah ah..."
Li Kongxing let out a horrific scream. His skin and flesh instantly necrotized, turning pitch black, and then his body gradually swelled, as if inflated, with foul-smelling pus continually seeping out.
His aura also gradually dwindled, and his agonized cries were soul-wrenching, as if from Purgatory.
The next moment, Li Kongxing's Primordial Spirit wilted like a withered flower, slowly fading away.
His body turned into a pool of pus, wantonly flowing in the cold and clear courtyard.
"What a fine technique." Zhang Fan said expressionlessly.
The moonlight shone brilliantly, the night stretched endlessly, the serene courtyard resumed its silence, pervaded only by the stench of blood.
The crimson black Great Demon Inner Core glimmered under the moonlight's embrace.
"Come out."
