Zhao Wujiang’s eyes gradually faded of their purple glow. The young assassin had shriveled into a human-shaped stick, and the small green lotuses on his body had all turned into cyan-wood powder, drifting toward him to replenish his spiritual energy, demonic energy, and the blood vitality consumed when his flesh was reconstructed after being incinerated.
Under the moonlight, his figure slowly faded into transparency.
Tonight was destined to be sleepless. He had spawned the intent to kill, stirred up his murderous resolve, and made full preparations for slaughter.
Chapter 427