Looking at the black Mountain Range in the distance, Li Huowang knew the Eye of the Typhoon was moving. If he could not resolve this before the mountain range arrived, then everyone he had would likely be buried here.
"Isn't this the Eye of the Typhoon? Isn't this Siming's weakness? If it isn't, then why did Zhao Shuangdian send me here?!" Li Huowang leaped straight into the water and desperately slapped at its surface with all his strength.
Yet no matter how many times he struck, the placid surface always returned to normal.
"No, that's not right. This is the place. I'm just too weak—I can't hurt it at all!" A thread of despair rose in Li Huowang's heart.
Even though it now possessed death, even though its weakness lay right before his eyes, he still could not kill it. The gap between them was simply too vast.
"Am I... really going to lose like this?" Looking at Yang Na's deathly pale face, Li Huowang's face filled with fierce unwillingness.
"No, there must be a way. I can definitely find a way! They can't possibly be this powerful. If they were, we would have lost long ago last time! These projections are all fake! They're putting on a bold front to hide their weakness!" Li Huowang frantically searched for any chance to strike back. Then he suddenly saw the black scar spreading along the veins of his arm.
A thought immediately surfaced in Li Huowang's mind. He climbed back onto the wreckage of the cruise ship. Lightning trembled now and then within the dark clouds overhead, roaring like wild beasts.
After steadying himself, Li Huowang wrapped one arm around death and raised his military knife toward the sky with the other. "Come on! If you've got the guts, kill me!!