Underground, Mo Qiong's collision had been earth-shattering.
Although the strength of the Mighty Giant had shaken the giant worms, it had also destroyed Mo Qiong's body.
Even though Mo Qiong had used all his strength to cushion the impact, even though he had chosen to use his entire arm to bear the brunt of the impact, even though his body had only suffered a small amount of damage.
His body had still collapsed under the immense force, and instantly vaporized blood had spurted out, filling the entire area.
When Mo Qiong had felt his heart rupture, he had realized that he was definitely going to die.
Did he regret it? There was nothing to regret.
If he had not done so, everyone would have died together. Now that he had risked it all, he had finally succeeded in sealing the giant worms.
Although it was called sealing, it was actually killing.
Such a huge worm had been shot into a sealed ball. If it had been any other ball, it would have definitely burst open, but the target had been Bastet's metal ball.
Without a doubt, this kind of seal was equivalent to the most powerful physical destruction.
He had succeeded. Although he could not see what had happened afterwards, he knew that Master Gou and the others should be able to live.
Mo Qiong naturally wanted to live, and himself as well. He still wanted to be the president of Blue and White, but death was death. What could he do?
Enough people had died in this mission. At this moment, Mo Qiong thought of Luo Yi's words: Club members are people who constantly witness death, and then go and die.
Actually, everyone was like that. Mo Qiong had not expected himself to be so calm in the face of death.
Perhaps, it was because he had already mentally prepared himself. Facing death calmly was the dignity of a club member.
From the day he had chosen to become a club member, Mo Qiong had thought that he would die in a mission one day.
Now that he had really died, there was naturally nothing to be surprised about.
Being a club member was not a good job, but there were some things that someone had to do.
The continuation of humanity had always been watered by blood. In the past, it had always been the blood of others. Now that it was his turn, he had nothing to say.
Mo Qiong breathed out his last breath peacefully. His consciousness suddenly sank into darkness. His sight, hearing, and sense of smell all ceased to exist, and he could no longer feel the intense pain that had engulfed his entire body.
Mo Qiong seemed to have sunk into a dark dimension of infinite deathly stillness. Everything that a living person could enjoy had disappeared.
At this moment, Mo Qiong sensed another carrier, a carrier that allowed him to continue thinking even though he had lost the activity of his brain cells. It was a carrier that seemed to serve his consciousness and could only be sensed after the effects of his body's feelings were suppressed to the minimum.
A hazy, non-physical form. That was Mo Qiong's current self. However, he did not see it or touch it. He merely experienced it.
"Perhaps this is the soul."
"Looks like I'm dead, but I can still think. Could it be that there's still heaven and hell?"
Just as Mo Qiong thought this, he felt his soul being expelled from his body.
It was as if a full water bag had finally been punctured, and the water was being discharged outwards.
He had once heard that the so-called soul might be extradited to somewhere else, but that was simply nonsense.
This was not an extradition at all, but a catharsis. Just like how a person would bleed after being stabbed with a knife, what death brought to the soul was the merciless squeezing of the body.
It was as if Mo Qiong's soul was in the middle of a water spear. Bit by bit, the water spewed out of his body and hit the world of endless darkness.
This feeling … Mo Qiong could imagine that after his soul was squeezed out, it would spread out like water spray.
The soul that left the body had no protection. It was immediately ravaged by some kind of power and quickly evaporated.
This was not going to heaven, nor was it going to hell. Instead, it was a kind of natural obliteration.
It was as if this was the order of the universe, and the souls of the dead were destined to be destroyed by despair.
Mo Qiong's soul could not resist at all. It could only endure the 'water spray' that was spewed out. The immense pain of having his soul dispersed was even more unbearable than the Painful Secret Technique that Mo Qiong cultivated.
"No! I'm not dead yet! I'm not dead yet! "
The feeling of being obliterated bit by bit was too torturous. The indescribable pain caused Mo Qiong to forget about his original intention of peacefully resting. Instead, it was replaced by a strong desire to live.
If there was no other way, then so be it. Mo Qiong could die easily, but what if there was still hope? Who would not want to live?
Was he really going to die? Although he had died in the conventional sense, he could still think … This was not the end.
When he decided to risk his life and try to shake the giant worm, Mo Qiong lectured Lord Gou. "As a member, shouldn't you still think about how to defeat the enemy at the last second before you die?"
The so-called last second before death also included the time before his consciousness was completely obliterated.
The belief that he would not give up until the last moment reminded him: This was not the end!
Now that his soul had been dispersed, he was his enemy.
"I can still think! My soul is being rejected because of the death of my body … "
"The soul that leaves the body will be obliterated, that is the so-called soul scattering …"
"But my soul has not been completely obliterated. The part that is still in my body is still under the protection of my body."
In an instant, Mo Qiong summarized and analyzed the situation he was facing. It was as if he was dealing with an anomaly.
He already knew that the body would protect the soul. What if the soul could stay and not leave?
"Come back!"
Mo Qiong could feel the form of his soul. This was the landing point. With him as the target, he hoped that the part of his soul that had left the body would come back …
He did not know how to control the soul, but the death of a human was releasing the soul itself.
At this moment, most of his soul was still in his body. The soul spray that was released naturally belonged to the 'arrow'.
Perhaps no one could prevent their soul from being completely submerged into the darkness and being reduced to nothingness under the extreme torture.
But Mo Qiong could.
The order of the death of a person and the destruction of their soul had been greatly reversed by Mo Qiong.
The soul spray that should have been gradually obliterated in the darkness suddenly came back!
Mo Qiong could feel a wave of gratifying replenishment, and there was a refreshing feeling of being in perfect harmony.
That was the feeling of returning what he had lost, the feeling of returning what he had cut off.
"Success! F * ck! "
Mo Qiong was pleasantly surprised. He did not expect that he could still use Absolute Hit when he was already dead.
Or rather, this was a characteristic of his self. As long as he could still think, it would exist.
The current situation was like a water gun spraying water, and the water mist that was sprayed out automatically returned to the water tank …
The soul spray that was sprayed out crashed into the soul in his body like a shower of rain and merged back into one.
His body was dead! It was damaged to the extent that it could not bear the soul anymore. It kept rejecting him.
However, with his Absolute Characteristic, the Soul Water he emitted was like a boomerang …
He went out! He came in again! He went out again … and came in again …
In the human world, the strangest holdout in history had appeared: the soul of the deceased was staying in the corpse and not leaving!
Whether it was going to see God in heaven after being annihilated, or going to hell to worship Yama, or going through the cycle of reincarnation, or even just having the soul completely obliterated, there was only one path.
Anyway, Mo Qiong was too lazy to leave. Even if he died, he would not go to hell to report: I want to stay in the corpse! I want to be a holdout who refuses to die.
"Master Gou! I can still save you! "
"Please don't cremate me!"
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