Zzzt—
The moment Chu Feng grasped the water droplet, visible lightning surged from his palm, spreading across his body.
The lightning, like thousands of blades, sliced through him relentlessly.
Overwhelmed by pain, Chu Feng struggled to stand, soon losing balance and collapsing. Wracked with agony, he rolled on the ground.
Seeing Chu Feng’s reaction, Yin Zhuanghong’s eyes flashed with suspicion.
She didn’t trust him, suspecting he might be faking to trick her into backing off.
So, she stepped forward and grabbed the other droplet.
But the moment she did, she knew she was wrong—Chu Feng hadn’t deceived her.
Like Chu Feng, Yin Zhuanghong was enveloped by lightning.
Soon, she too couldn’t stand, collapsing in pain.
Her beautiful face twisted in torment, clearly suffering immensely.
This lasted for some time before the pain began to subside.
When it did, both Chu Feng and Yin Zhuanghong were utterly drained, gasping for breath.
Yin Zhuanghong looked at the formation guarding the Death God’s Blade again, and for the first time, fear flickered in her usually cold eyes.
It wasn’t cowardice—the pain was too vivid, too unforgettable. She couldn’t bear to endure it again.
Step—
Step—
Yet, at that moment, Chu Feng not only stood but began walking toward the formation.
“Are you insane?” Yin Zhuanghong exclaimed, stunned by his persistence.
Having felt the formation’s power firsthand, she knew a single droplet had nearly broken her. To immerse oneself entirely in it?
How terrifying would that be?
What kind of torment?
The thought alone made her tremble with fear.
But Chu Feng was undeterred?
“I have to take this weapon,” he said.
“You might not die, but you’ll go mad. Think carefully—is a weapon worth this?” Yin Zhuanghong warned.
Chu Feng turned back, a faint smile on his face.
Seeing his expression, she froze.
“Worth it,” he said.
With that, he launched himself forward like an arrow, aiming to pass through the formation and seize the Death God’s Blade in one swift motion.
But the formation’s barrier stopped him cold. Despite his speed, the moment he touched it, he was repelled.
Though he didn’t break through, his contact with the formation’s power triggered an inescapable assault.
This time, the pain was far worse than before.
It took a long while for the lightning enveloping him to fade. Even longer for Chu Feng to stand again.
Yet, without hesitation, he approached the formation once more.
This time, he didn’t charge. He walked slowly.
The moment he touched the barrier, lightning engulfed him again.
“Arghhh!!!” A raw scream of pain tore from his throat.
His body, wrapped in lightning, trembled violently from the agony.
But this time, he didn’t collapse. He held his ground, no longer thrashing as before.
Even more, he gritted his teeth, stifling his cries.
Step by agonizing step, he moved deeper into the formation.
“How is this possible? Is the formation weaker than I thought?” Yin Zhuanghong wondered.
Seeing this, she stood and approached the formation, cautiously testing it.
She truly coveted the Death God’s Blade and didn’t want to miss out.
“Ugh!”
But the moment she touched the formation, she collapsed, the pain overwhelming. She crawled out, drenched in sweat, her body shaking.
Though the lightning had faded, her face was filled with lingering fear.
Having experienced it, she realized the formation’s power hadn’t weakened—it had grown more terrifying.
Yet Chu Feng was enduring it?
How was he doing this?
“What kind of willpower does this guy have?” Yin Zhuanghong muttered, looking at Chu Feng, who was still inching forward. Her eyes, filled with shock, now held a trace of admiration.
She didn’t leave. She watched as Chu Feng, enduring the formation’s torment, slowly approached the Death God’s Blade.
As time passed, her gaze grew increasingly complex.
Having felt the formation’s horror herself, she understood how extraordinary it was for Chu Feng to keep moving forward.
Finally, he reached the Death God’s Blade and grasped it.
Whoosh—
The moment he touched it, the formation dissipated.
Chu Feng collapsed with a thud.
But now, he was unrecognizable.
His skin was torn, his body a mangled mess, as if stabbed by countless blades. A charred scent rose from him.
And after collapsing, he didn’t rise.
“Are you okay?” Yin Zhuanghong asked, but Chu Feng didn’t respond.
She approached and saw that, though his eyes were open, he had lost consciousness.
“He was already unconscious?” she murmured. “To keep moving, to take the Death God’s Blade, even without awareness?”
“Was it instinct?”
“How badly did he want this weapon?”
Looking at Chu Feng, Yin Zhuanghong’s heart was filled with awe.
She glanced at the Death God’s Blade.
Though unconscious, Chu Feng’s hand gripped it tightly, as if afraid it would be taken.
“It seems you and your World Spirit share an extraordinary bond,” she said, her complex gaze deepening as she looked at him.
