The clock turned backward.
The battles Nan Feng had once fought reappeared before his eyes.
The Zhao Family Old Ancestor, Tian Yuan, Di Yuan, Black King, Crow King, the Yingjiang Five Fiends...
Many of those great battles had pushed Nan Feng to the brink of death, leaving him with only the slimmest chance of survival.
Nan Feng was somewhat dazed. "I was able to defeat them because you were secretly helping me?"
The robot shook his head. "Then you're looking down on our past selves too much. Past Nan Feng won these battles through his own strength... and luck. We didn't need to help."
The robot placed particular emphasis on the word "luck."
Luck... Nan Feng smiled faintly.
Was luck not a form of strength as well?
The robot did not linger at these points in time. He led Nan Feng farther backward, from reality into the virtual world, arriving at Primordial World No. 9, District 527.
Nan Feng looked around and immediately spotted his past self in the distance.
At that moment, past Nan Feng was locked in a fierce battle with a Fallen Devil.
A Piercing Shot precisely pierced through the Fallen Devil's forehead, killing it instantly.
"It died that easily? Cough, cough..."
The light of Crystal Shield flickered around past Nan Feng. He coughed up blood twice and retreated several dozen meters. Only after confirming that the Fallen Devil was truly dead did he approach to collect the loot.
The Fallen Devil had dropped three red treasure chests. Past Nan Feng picked them all up and opened them at once.
Click.
With a thought, the robot froze time.
He led Nan Feng over to past Nan Feng and examined the equipment inside the three red treasure chests.
The three pieces of equipment were Demon Wings, Snow King