"Cough!"
Blood sprayed from Yun Lintian's mouth as his body convulsed. His vision blurred, but he forced his hands to keep moving, his energy to keep circulating.
The God of Death's power was resisting. It didn't want to be tamed.
Blood poured from Yun Lintian's body like a broken dam. His flesh cracked under the weight of the God of Death's power, his bones groaning like bending steel. Time had lost all meaning—what felt like an eternity passed in the span of a single breath.
He was losing.
The God of Death's essence was too vast, too corrosive. It devoured his energy, his flesh, even his will. His vision darkened, his thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm.
But then—
He refused.
With a roar that shook the Netherworld, Yun Lintian unleashed everything he had.
