Please Grant Me Death

In the center of White Lake.

Jets of water splashed into the air as Zhong Lixing and Kong Ge's bodies materialized in mid-air.

Night had already fallen, yet there was no moon in the sky. Their surroundings were pitch-black, and only a scarce few stars dotted the night sky.

Zhong Lixing, who was still holding onto the ancient black cauldron, shuddered slightly. The blood and vital energy in his body churned, and he immediately spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"Zhong Lixing! Are you okay?!" Seeing the blood, Kong Ge immediately shuffled over and provided him with support.

Zhong Lixing waved his hand and replied, "I'm fine. It's just that the spell techniques swallowed by the Darkness Engulfing Divine Demon Cauldron were too powerful. The backlash they created was a little too strong…"