In Gao Wen's consciousness space.
A dazzling golden sky overhead bore an ugly crack.
Countless streams of golden light poured forth.
They converged upon the towering Paladin clad in golden armor.
But this man was not Gao Wen, his helmet's interior shone brightly, devoid of facial features.
His voice contained not a single human fluctuation.
As for the Sun Knight himself, like a candle burned to its wick, he lay bloodied on the ground.
Yet his eyes remained as bright as ever.
"You can't kill me,"
he said,
"These tortures are nothing compared to the pain of the past twenty years, unable to make my will waver in the slightest."
"You sustain this space, unwilling to let it end. Are you waiting for someone to rescue you?"
The armored figure replied.
Big Yellow's guess was correct, they had indeed reached the "double plane" stage.
But he didn't finish.
Or rather, in front of Zhuo Yang, there was no need for further explanation.
