The gray-black phoenix was in a hurry, a tremendous hurry.
The reason for its urgency, naturally, was the Illusionary Sword embedded in its chest. Originally, it thought that the sword would disappear once Du Chengfeng left—after all, during the chase, it had seen each time Du Chengfeng threw the sword, if it missed, it would vanish into thin air and return to Du Chengfeng's hand.
So why, this time, hasn't the Illusionary Sword returned?
Clearly, Du Chengfeng had long since disappeared, but the sword remained embedded in its chest, the blade exuding a bone-deep hatred that even it, now an immortal, could feel a threat of death.
Thoughts cannot be killed, it always shouted this way.
But, can it truly not be killed?
