He never expected that Qin Yun would hold him for so long, which made him feel deeply humiliated. His eyes, hidden beneath the Bronze Ghost Mask, were filled with rage. No longer as carefree as before, his sleeve had torn, and even the Bronze Ghost Mask bore a few more scratches.

He was both angry and surprised.

Angry that Qin Yun had posed a threat to him, surprised at Qin Yun's understanding of the Sad White Hair Secret Technique, which surpassed his own.

However.

Qin Yun now looked much more miserable.

The once handsome face was now full of furrows, his hair had turned white and frail, almost withered, as if the flame of life would extinguish with a gust of wind. He coughed up blood repeatedly, his voice hoarse as he said:

"What is there to fear in death? Just seeking peace of mind."

A smile rose in his eyes, all the pent-up frustrations of the past five years dissipated at this moment.

He didn't know how much longer he could hold on, relying entirely on his willpower. He knew that the longer he persisted, the greater the chance for his Fifth Brother to escape.

"Once more!" A roar erupted as Qin Yun stirred the remaining demonic power in his body, charging forward to attack again.

Aged in body but not in spirit, he carried an indomitable aura of desperation, completely reckless.

Ghost Mask cursed madman under his breath.

He didn't want to use the Sad White Hair Secret Technique over such trivial matters. Although a Celestial Being had an eight hundred-year lifespan, using it every time he battled would leave him with little lifespan remaining. Now, he only needed to wait for Qin Yun to burn through his own life force, but he hadn't expected Qin Yun to be so resilient.

Time passed slowly.

The commotion from their fierce battle gradually diminished.

Even a long lifespan must eventually end.

The thick demonic qi enveloping Qin Yun began to thin, and his strength rapidly waned.

With his vast experience, Ghost Mask quickly noticed this, sneering coldly before launching a fierce strike, an overhead grab, as a black Fist Seal descended like a meteor.

"Boom!"

Amidst the violent tremors.

Qin Yun coughed up blood, being knocked back, his body shattering apart, bloodied with stark white bones poking through the surface, looking incredibly gruesome.

He struggled to counterattack.

But with each clash, he became more wretched. His declining strength couldn't possibly match Ghost Mask. His physical body could no longer take it, gradually crumbling.

Qin Yun's gaze dimmed.

He knew, his fate was sealed.

At that instant.

Countless scenes flashed through his mind, the moments at True Martial Mountain, the faces and voices of his brothers, and his master. He seemed to see Taoist Longshan smiling at him.

"Master... this disciple is unfilial, I have disappointed you."

A sour feeling rose in his heart, tears coursing down his aged face.

The scenes shifted again, finally a cold, unparalleled face flashed by, leading him to sigh inwardly, perhaps he could only hope for the next life. His only solace was that he had already bid farewell to her before coming.

"Only now do you regret? Too late!" Ghost Mask's sullen voice rang out.

Qin Yun slowly closed his eyes.

Immense pain came from everywhere in his body, and his life force was exhausted. Even without Ghost Mask's hand, he had no chance of survival; the backlash of the Secret Technique had already arrived.

"Bang!"

With another muffled sound, Qin Yun's aged body fell to the ground like a ragged sack.

Before he could struggle.

Ghost Mask's boot was already stomping on his chest, grinding continuously, causing flesh to burst open and even breaking bones.

"Ignorant fool!"

Seeing the tragic Qin Yun, Ghost Mask cursed coldly.

Qin Yun just kept coughing blood, giving a wretched smile, not uttering a word. His eyes were lowered, and life faded at an alarming speed, eventually silent.

Ghost Mask's anger gradually dissipated.

He initially wanted to crush Qin Yun to pieces, leaving no corpse, but ultimately he softened. He remembered the first time he met Qin Yun, back then he felt Qin Yun had a deep demonic nature, a promising talent, and thus brought him into the Demon Sect.

After that, Qin Yun's performances indeed satisfied him, becoming a confidant step by step, later creating a miracle in the Blood Demon Pool and returning.

It can be said.

During that period, he indeed valued Qin Yun and truly considered promoting him to the position of Saint Heir, not only because he valued Qin Yun's worth but also because he admired his ruthlessness, and there was one more crucial reason he never shared, Qin Yun bore some resemblance to his deceased son.

"Pity, you were disloyal to me." Ghost Mask said coldly, "Had you been a little smarter, would it have come to this?"

Looking at the lifeless Qin Yun, he eventually stepped away.

For their acquaintance, he ultimately decided to leave Qin Yun's body intact.

With emotions mixed, Ghost Mask finally took a deep breath to calm himself.

He gave a slight wave.

The Power of Heaven and Earth surged, a bottomless pit appeared instantly, he thought, perhaps he should dig a grave for Qin Yun to keep it away from the Exotic Beasts.

Qin Yun's body fell into the pit, soon a new grave appeared, with power flowing upon it, making ordinary Exotic Beasts dare not approach.

Ghost Mask gazed at the grave, pondering something.

Shortly after.

He turned to leave.

Qin Yun was dead, but Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua still needed to be captured.

But just as he was about to move his steps, he instinctively looked up.

In the sky.

He saw incredible waves come, a young Taoist flying towards him with two others, moving so fast that his pupils shrank instinctively. He didn't recognize the young Taoist, but the two behind him were very familiar—who else could they be but Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua?

"Have they brought reinforcements?" Ghost Mask chuckled darkly.

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