The soul withers because of you, the body receives eternal peace.
The latter part of the Abandonment King's honored name is something Fu Qian has never forgotten.
And fact after fact proves, the way a soul withers seems to be by fire.
If all conditioned things are like dreams and illusions, then let the blazing mad fire burn my lingering thoughts.
This Spirit Prison is indeed extraordinary, and the little ones are well hidden.
So if it's hard to find, just stop looking.
The attack radius is far more exaggerated than usual, and the burning golden flame is not just a visual effect.
Even more so because it's the Tyrant Form, in Fu Qian's perception, the structure of the tentacles seems different from usual.
Compared to the wet flesh, it's more like riveted steel whips.
All of this, supported by the full power of the Abandonment King, delved into a seemingly endless darkness.
Boom!
The seawater "twitches," although the adjective is a bit odd, it fits perfectly at that moment.
