"I will slay him in the future!"
Yu Fei's voice was faint, but his killing intent was as unyielding as iron.
The words were like a bitter winter wind, and even the churning sea of blood fell silent for a moment.
Yan Sea's eyes lit up, a complex and indecipherable emotion now within them.
The lotus platform began to shatter faster, yet a lingering life force within it was activated, continuously repairing it and barely keeping it intact.
This was an excellent sign. It meant Yan Sea's descent into oblivion had been interrupted; at the very least, he was now reacting to the outside world.
Of course, this was also more dangerous, as evidenced by the lotus platform's accelerated fragmentation.
Yu Fei had crudely interrupted Yan Sea's descent into oblivion. It was like a man standing on a ledge, ready to jump to his death over a broken heart, when his best friend suddenly walks up and says, "I slept with your girlfriend. I forced myself on her."
