Within the black and white vortex, a twisted soul fragment writhed, and even through the insubstantial image of the Divine Grind, one could feel its fierce and resentful aura.
The remnant soul, driven purely by instinct, was unwilling to yield to its executioner, struggling fiercely to break free and seeking to take its enemy down with it in mutual destruction.
This tragic scene ignited the furious flames in the hearts of the onlookers, nearly dispersing their fear of confronting a grandmaster.
Watching the fighting spirit swell among the crowd, Luo Jiuchuan, clad in golden red fiery aura, leapt forward to face Tang Luo from afar, shouting, "Lei Dong's body and martial prowess have perished, with his Sea of Consciousness collapsed, leaving only a remnant soul that cannot possibly answer questions. If Tang Tianjiao wishes for revenge, then come forth openly and honorably, why engage in such underhanded schemes and plots!"
