One minute, two minutes, ten minutes.
The Tiger Demon played with the Monkey Demon's head as if it were a ball next to him. Zheng Qing could only lie still in his original spot, constantly repeating to himself, 'I don't exist,' 'I don't exist,' 'I don't exist.'
One hour, two hours, three hours.
Time continued to elapse, second by second.
The waiting time should have been exceptionally agonizing, but due to extreme fatigue, Zheng Qing unintentionally fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again, he was lost in confusion for quite some time before he suddenly realized his current situation.
Cold sweat immediately trickled down his temples.
For a moment, he was amazed at his own audacity — the sky was about to fall, yet he managed to sleep! If, indeed, he were to be decapitated by the Tiger Demon while asleep, he wondered if he would become a headless ghost in the future.
Regaining consciousness, Zheng Qing first examined the sky.
As expected, he couldn't discern anything.
