Threads of withered silence and shattered death aura emerged from Yin Shangren's body. It quickly neutralized the original vitality and suppressed it.
The scent of decay slowly emanated from Yin Shangren.
Yin Shangren coughed a few times, and the storm in his black and white eyes gradually subsided, revealing a sense of helplessness.
Bai Hua watched this and pondered, a hint of schadenfreude flickering in her eyes.
Li Fan directly said, "The dual auras of life and death seem opposing, yet they are one and the same. You try to invoke vitality while suppressing the aura of death, only to achieve the opposite result."
"The living are the root of death, and the dead are the fruit of life. Digging up the root will inevitably affect the fruit. Harvesting the fruit doesn't necessarily harm the root..."
Li Fan played the role of the Holy Master perfectly, spontaneously starting to expound the Dao to Yin Shangren on the spot.
