"Haha…" a laughter escaped him, bleak yet tinged with a manic delight. "Hahahaha! If I'm going to die, then—"
—I will drag you down with me!
Summoning every last ounce of strength within him, he launched another attack, and afterward, the world around Song Zhuyu dissolved into a blur. He could only feel excruciating pain spreading to every fiber of his being, a pain unlike anything he had ever felt before, as though it wasn't just his flesh and bones that were being crushed and grinded bit by bit, but his soul as well.
Amidst the dizzying chaos, his vision was dominated by a crimson haze, and he seemed to catch a glimpse of the blurred silhouette before him.
Those were… wings?
