His flesh body had already necrosed, and his soul might have dispersed just like that, or perhaps gone to the so-called World Without Life... Who knows?
Fang Helling withdrew his hand, giving it a gentle flick. The blood staining his hand splattered out entirely, tracing a graceful trajectory as it scattered over the high cliff.
He was not suited for Hatred Magic, and indeed, he didn't even possess the talent to wield Divine Skills.
The Blood Root Pill of the Bone Tao had long since destroyed his foundation—though his foundation was mediocre to begin with.
He was found by chance in a dying state.
He was reformed after his veins were shattered.
The crimson mansion within the Five Mansions Sea was constructed by great force.
His Hatred Magic was forcibly implanted into his body.
He was unfit.
The first Human Demon had long made the judgment—he was unfit.
But then, what was he suited for?
He was too mediocre, too useless, too much of a waste.
