The good times did not last long, and Jiang Yifan could not continue to withstand Zhou Yan's offense. Despite using all his tricks, he still couldn't escape his fate.
In the end, Jiang Yifan's ghost was once again pierced through the heart by a sword, completely shattered into a mass of Netherworld Energy. The divine chain of Order flickered with a ghostly light, but it gathered noticeably slower than before.
"Splash—"
The divine chain of Order connected to Jiang Yifan, but after this resurrection, the divine chain had dimmed and lost its luster, and Jiang Yifan's forehead no longer bled, yet his face was pale, completely devoid of color.
Even in his ghostly state, he already looked as dead as a corpse, his divinity and potential seeming severely drained.
His pride was no more, and his dignity lost, but he harbored a hysterical madness filled with hate.
After he condensed his body again, he suddenly raised his head violently and glared at Zhou Yan.
"Die!"
