"I actually lost, and so thoroughly at that," Han Zhong whispered. His physical body was dyed red with blood, a terrifying aura emanating from the wound, devouring vitality.
He looked toward the sky, falling silent in a trance, then he began to talk to himself again.
"I haven't completely refined the Divine Bone, nor unearthed its potential. My future was at least that of a Demigod. This is truly unbearable!"
At that moment, Lu Yun caught up, approaching him with a murderous air. His eyes were as sharp as knives, his voice devoid of any emotion, "You are quite impressive, but it's a pity you encountered me."
"You forced my hand," said Han Zhong, his tone indifferent as if he had seen through everything.
As his voice fell, boundless golden light burst forth from his body, as if instantly illuminating the heavens, making the sun and moon lose their glow.
Waves of mystical and powerful energy fluctuations spread, sweeping and impacting in all directions.
