Death enveloped him, and the world became endlessly dark.
Xu Ping'an felt a suffocating sensation, and his consciousness was rapidly slipping away.
Is this… this is the feeling… of death?
So tired!
So wanting to rest!
A consciousness emerged in Xu Ping'an's mind.
He felt a giant hand dragging him, pulling him into the endless abyss.
He seemed to forget what he was supposed to do, as his awareness began to sink.
In the outside world, Tang Qingyu saw Xu Ping'an fall down lifelessly, and immediately her face turned pale with fright.
"Xu Ping'an, Xu Ping'an, wake up, please wake up," Tang Qingyu said in horror as she realized something was wrong and embraced Xu Ping'an.
However, Xu Ping'an's gaze was dull, with no response at all.
And the life force surrounding his body was continuously extinguishing, like a candle flickering in the wind, about to topple over.
"No, you can't die, Xu Ping'an, please wake up," Tang Qingyu shook Xu Ping'an frantically.
