Douluo Continent: Peerless Angel Qian Renxue.

At that moment, Chang Gongwei seemed to hear the sound of the wind.

He himself didn't know when he had heard the saying that a person who grips a sword must grip it for life, otherwise the day he lays down the sword will be his death day, and the only sound before death is the sound of the wind, because that's when his throat is cut open and blood gushes out. The passing of life is like the wind blowing leaves off a tree.

At the time, Chang Gongwei thought this person was simply a fool. He had already reached the pinnacle of that world, so who could possibly kill him? As long as he held onto the most powerful ability he had ever possessed, he could continue to achieve success, and he would forever stand on that altar, never to fall from grace.

He himself forgot that his success was not solely due to his own efforts. Even his victory in the battle that led to his ascension to godhood was achieved with the help of many others.

At this moment, he finally fell from his pedestal in the face of a greater torrent, like a dusty doll or a clown falling from a high altar, covered in dust, covered with his former arrogance and prejudice.

In fact, this torrent of energy came from what he was most proud of.

The red beam of light pierced through everything, completely severing the sea of ​​spirit. Countless spiritual cracks appeared, and the "matter" that formed the outer shell of the sea of ​​spirit began to disintegrate, breaking into pieces of unknown origin.

After the impact subsided, the black and white halo generated a tremendous gravitational pull, transforming into a massive whirlpool that drew in the surrounding seawater and the boundary fragments, which then rained down on the little devil's back.

She stood there calmly, her eyes devoid of any emotion, like a little angel. She stood there, serene as a Buddha with a halo, having simply delivered a life to the afterlife with a casual gesture.

The surging waves of the sea collided with Chang Gongwei's consciousness and body. At the last moment, this guy with the exact same face as Tang San was still resisting, but his abilities seemed to be completely useless at this time.

He futilely swung his silver sword, his other hand clutching his neck, where the little devil's attack had already severed it. He was relying on the fact that "this is, after all, his spiritual sea," to continuously draw energy from the sea and replenish his consciousness.

But it was no use. No matter how much power he drew upon to replenish himself, it was useless, because in that last attack, the little devil had incorporated his "Eternal Carving Zero Wound" into it. This was an impact carrying the meaning of decay, and as long as the opponent was not dead, it would continuously deprive the opponent of their life force.

Until the opponent's strength is exhausted.

Unless the other party can resist that withering force on its own, or purify it, or erase it.

Clearly, the current angel of light is unable to do that.

His right hand finally awakened some of his former fighting instincts. The blade struck the seawater, sending sprays of water flying into the sky, each spray containing glittering light.

Amidst the surging waves, the tiny demonic creatures summoned by the lesser demons crashed into Chang Gongwei's body, swarming towards him like vultures swooping down on a corpse.

These summoned creatures lacked intelligence; under the control of the little devil, they defied the natural order and launched an attack on the master of this sea of ​​consciousness.

Chang Gongwei's Holy Sword of Light was now stained with a purplish-black color, a result of being corroded by poison. After all, this was not the Holy Sword of Light in its original form, but a weapon conceived through his will, essentially still the power of his spiritual sea.

Even so, he still managed to shred thousands of mimicry creatures, but the little devil was neither distressed nor worried, because the source of these creatures was the spiritual power of Chang Gongwei, which was equivalent to him killing himself.

The creatures that rushed to attack were like those that had fallen into a meat grinder. Most of them were ugly, which was intentional on the part of the little devil. She incorporated the appearance of undead creatures from the underworld into her summoned creatures, as well as some elements of abyssal creatures.

The seawater around Chang Gongwei suddenly transformed into a sphere!

This sphere protected him, like a domain; as long as he remained within it, he was invincible. The creatures summoned by the demon could not approach him; those that collided with the sphere were instantly crushed to ashes.

In the end, a vacuum-like zone formed around him, and he finally remembered what it was like to hold a sword in his hand. His old fighting methods returned at this moment.

But little did he know...

Actually, the little devil deliberately gave him a little information.

The master of this spiritual sea had long since changed. After the little devil unleashed that earth-shattering strike that cleaved the sea, Chang Gongwei's control over this spiritual sea steadily declined, eventually becoming something he could no longer control.

Now, this uncontrollable thing has brought him some benefits, but it is also constantly eroding him. He is about to be devoured by what he was once most proud of. He may know it or he may not. At least at this moment, he is still complacent.

He was smug about his achievements and his strength, just like the holy sword of light he was wielding now.

However, the trajectory of his swings had already become distorted and unbearable. He thought of himself as a child playing freely under the blue sky, able to take out and use whatever he once possessed at will, but little did he know that he was already a candle in the wind, and only needed a little pressure to completely collapse.

This pressure has finally arrived.

With a wave of his hand, the little devil sent countless undead creatures soaring into the air—a power from an undead calamity mage on the Holy Demon Continent.

After taking control of Longbowman's spiritual sea, the little devil discovered that the guy had studied a skill called magic in his world.

If it were to face a first-level deity like Elex, the Undead Scourge, he might be unable to resist. However, in Qian Renxue's hands, necromancy had long been integrated with some of the Imp's abilities. In her hands, the true Undead Scourge began.

Lich, Bone Dragon King, Abomination...

Countless undead creatures were summoned at this moment and launched a surprise attack on Chang Gongwei.

After an unknown amount of time, Chang Gongwei suddenly stopped walking and wielding his sword. His Holy Sword of Light was now riddled with wounds, and the spherical guardian beside him was also broken and tattered.

Countless undead creatures roared and howled around him at this moment, and gray light spots flickered in Chang Gongwei's consciousness.

Numerous wounds appeared on Chang Gongwei's body. At this moment, some small undead creatures burrowed into his body, shattering his consciousness, tearing at his spirit, and finally burrowing in to devour the internal power of his spirit.

"Would Old Master Yi be a little happier to see how powerful necromancy has become?"

The little devil lowered his eyes, a thought suddenly popping into his mind. (End of Chapter)