Boom!
Ning Zheng chuckled softly. Sometimes, fighting a battle like this was not bad either.
The two sides had already fought countless rounds, verifying the Great Dao against each other and supporting each other as they walked into the future.
They were opponents, but also fellow Daoists.
Yet at this moment, no matter how powerful Immortal Vein Esteemed Immortal was, he could no longer hold on by force. His entire body exuded a sense of ruined, rotting weakness.
His mind had already been robbed of reason by the Calamity Qi. In a daze, he growled hoarsely, "I have to win! I have to win—"
His entire body rapidly withered away.
There were no miracles in this world.
Perhaps...
If he had not been imprisoned for so many years.
If he had been more proficient in the path of the Devious King.
If he could have lived out a third life like Nine-Ears, reviving without end...
But there were no ifs.
He had lost fifteen million years of time. Tortured until he was covered in wounds and driven insane, this prisoner locked in a death cell had relied solely on his unyielding will to reach the Final Battle.
"What a pity." Ning Zheng spoke softly.
Clatter, clatter, clatter! Immortal Vein Esteemed Immortal staggered back several steps. His entire body could no longer bear the Immortal Realm behind him, and the chains were lowered as well.
Pfft, pfft, pfft!
Countless holes burst across his body, spilling out fine, dense strands of black Calamity Qi. His whole form withered like a deflated ball.
At the final moment, as the Calamity Qi leaked out, his consciousness finally returned to clarity. His gaze seemed to pierce through the sky and glimpse the distant past.
"I've already walked most of the road. As for what remains..."