Cheng Lvtong was not dead yet, but he was doomed all the same.
He sat trapped on the ground, right in the middle of a vast patch of crimson that had seeped through almost the entire floor, red as blood vessels.
Streams of supernatural aura, mixed with savage resentment, had flooded his brain.
His clothes had been shredded into strips of rags, and his exposed skin bore countless scratches and bloody cuts.
His eyes were gradually losing focus, and even open, they were little more than slits. Through his blurred vision, he could only see a few grains of fine sand circling him, rapidly evaporating.
His last Sin Object would not last another three seconds.
Su Chenghe had never returned after leaving. Cheng Lvtong knew he had no hope of survival, but he clung to his last breath, determined to hold on until the very end.
Even as the invading resentment drove him to claw his own body full of wounds.
His final death would undoubtedly be gruesome. He would tear himself into a heap of scraps, leaving nothing behind.
The same death... only delivered in a different way.
In his daze, he seemed to see two shadows standing quietly just two steps before him. The two figures, one tall and one small, watched him in silence.
"Xiao Hui..."
"Ruirui..."
His cracked lips could not fully form either name, but as he lay dying, he faintly heard two overlapping calls.
"Lvtong..."
"Dad..."
"Yes... I'm... here..."
Cheng Lvtong could not accept it. He felt he should not have to die. In that final moment, countless thoughts crossed his mind: the wife and daughter he would never see again, and an unrealistic notion.
*If I had entered the Heavenly Sea earlier, could I have used my intelligence to build up more trump