He was staring at a residual thought of a guard who had been cut down by a curved blade.
That residual thought fell, scattered into black mist, then reformed on the spot and continued to brace his spear against the enemy.
For a hundred-odd years, he repeated the instant of death every single day.
"Torment for thousands of years?"
Li Yan's voice grew slightly cold. "Even if they are but residual thoughts, what crime have they committed?"
The Five Dao General turned his head to the side in surprise. "You are not one to be soft-hearted."
"That was slaying evil."
Li Yan shook his head. "These residual thoughts, in life were only soldiers who obeyed orders and marched to war. In death, their obsession doesn't disperse, and they're trapped here repeating the state of their death—that alone is an extreme punishment. If they are further refined into Magic Artifacts, never to transcend for all eternity…"
