The wound was torn open, flesh pulsated, and the most ordinary Gao Ming persisted without falling. He lacked the strongest body and the keenest mind. He had no relation to bravery, nor any noble character. He was just the most unnoticeable one among the crowd.
"It hurts, it hurts so much..."
Tears escaped his eyes, and blood oozed from his gums. He had reached his limits, but surprisingly to himself, he still hadn't fallen.
"I can still move forward, take one more step."
Dragging blood and curses, he defied the gazes of the "Deities" and tightly grasped the Divine Statue's throat.
"I don't think I can do anything spectacular. I'm just the most ordinary one, but, just but... it seems I can still move forward!"
The platform was not far away, the train of fate was approaching, its headlights piercing the darkness, illuminating the blood-soaked path behind Gao Ming.
