Instead of fear or despair, he was smiling.
Blood flowed continuously from his mouth and chest.
Li Feng frowned slightly.
He had clearly crushed this guy's heart, and yet… he was smiling.
It wasn't the desperate smile of someone clinging to life, nor the grin of madness.
It was something… calm.
Blood trickled from Yan Moxuan's lips down his chin as his trembling hand tightened weakly around Li Feng's wrist.
Ignoring Li Feng completely, Yan Moxuan turned his gaze toward Liu Yanyue.
For a brief moment, the chaos, the blood, and the battlefield all seemed to fade from his eyes.
"…Too bad… I… was… so… close."
Every word seemed to drain his remaining life force, filled with deep regret.
Yet slowly, a fierce determination ignited in his dying eyes.
"Since… I can't have it… then no one… can!"
With his remaining arm, he gripped Li Feng's wrist with terrifying final resolve.
Li Feng's pupils shrank slightly as he felt something dangerous stirring within Yan Moxuan's body.
