"How could this happen? It has been almost a hundred years now! I've cultivated hard day and night, and yet, I can't kill a toxic piece of cancer as such! What's the use of me cultivating so hard to this day?"
Zhao Wuji reared his head and howled into the Heavens with absolute anguish. That sticky substance that was covering his entire body had utterly removed any disposition he had as a genius. He had a sort of sorrow that he could not put in words.
"He escaped once again! Each time around, we would make a thousand preparations, but yet, we would always let this devil slip out of our grasps! My god! My heart hurts so badly!"
"In order to have this Devil's Incarnate pay the price, I've spent countless years of my youth. And now, I'm already hundred years old, without even having a partner yet! To think that this vile thing would now taint this snow lotus like pure body of mine! What am I to do from now on?"
"I don't want to live anymore!"
