Dai Weisi's body flew backward, crashing to the ground. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face turned deathly pale, as though all the vigor in his body had been drained away in an instant.
The burning pain in his chest was crystal clear, and his Soul Power fluctuations had become exceptionally chaotic, but none of it compared to the grief in his heart.
"I... lost?"
Dai Weisi lay sprawled on the ground, his eyes vacant as his handsome face turned toward the sky. The blood he had spat out mixed with dirt and stained his golden hair.
His mind buzzed, and his vision grew increasingly blurry.
At the center of his blurred vision, Dai Mubai's somewhat unyielding figure slowly approached. Yet when he looked at him, aside from those unusually bright twin pupils, everything else seemed shattered and indistinct.
"You... lost!"
Dai Mubai walked up to Dai Weisi, his gaze complicated but his voice cold.
"Lost?"
Dai Weisi murmured absentmindedly from the ground. At that moment, he was like a despairing traveler who, after journeying through countless days and nights, had finally been told there was no hope.
His martial soul possession gradually faded. A large hole had been blasted through the clothing over his chest. The White Tiger Blazing Light Wave had struck him squarely in the chest, leaving his flesh bloody and mangled, blackened by the scorching heat.
In the distance, Dai Haotian slowly closed his eyes before gradually opening them again. His gaze remained indifferent, as though this fierce struggle between brothers had stirred no ripples in his heart.
"The assessment is over. Dai Mubai has won. Announce the result."
He transmitted his voice to the middle-aged general presiding nearby. The general's expression was solemn, and turmoil inevitably rose in his heart. Once this