Zhao Luo who instantly closed the windows to his soul, had his hands clasped in front of him.
The back of Zhao Luo's hands looked swollen and had a fiery glow while the part where his knuckles were looked thicker but had a mysterious sharpness embodied in them.
Zhao Luo hadn't realized such changes as he was completely focused on recovering for the last round.
His apparitions had also completed their 99th turn and were recovering along with Zhao Luo.
It was like the chaotic battlefield that had been continuing in the dark space for more than 18 hours had ended abruptly.
With the last turn remaining, Zhao Luo who should have been eager to finish it looked calmer than usual.
'No need to hurry.'
Zhao Luo thought oppressively.
The force of his thought was signaled to all of his apparations who were also recovering.
After a few minutes, Zhao Luo who had been silently breathing opened his eyes and started pulling in air.
