Shang only kept swinging his sword.
He wasn't sure how long he had been swinging his sword, but he knew it had been a long time, judging by how many resources he had consumed.
As more and more time passed, Shang's mind seemed to vanish.
He didn't think about Jerald anymore.
He didn't think about the Kingdom anymore.
There was just nothing.
Only Shang and Sword existed.
Shang had truly transformed into a machine that only performed one task over and over again.
Time stopped mattering.
The world stopped mattering.
During his long and isolated training in the Peak Commander Stage, Shang had still been contacted by Jerald time and time again with news. Jerald had always kept him up to date with the developments of the Kingdom.
But now, nobody was contacting Shang, and he was thankful for that.
The fewer distractions there were, the better.
Only his power was important.
