Li Yan's voice, tinged with blood and a mad obsession, echoed through the dilapidated courtyard, as if it had drained the last ounce of his strength in this world.

Before the words had fully left his mouth.

His head tilted, and those bloodshot eyes, filled with endless resentment and unwillingness, completely lost their luster.

He collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, unconscious and silent.