"Stop looking! If you keep looking, you'll die!"
That incomparably familiar voice immediately made Wang Xian realize who had spoken. It was himself—or, more precisely, his past self.
No, wait!
Wang Xian suddenly realized that he was now in the past time-space. Relative to the other Wang Xian, that one was actually the present, while he himself was the future.
"Stop fucking overthinking!"
The Wang Xian of the past time-space let out another furious roar.
Wang Xian shook his head, tossing aside the jumble of thoughts. This truly was not the time to think so much. The most important thing now was to save the Wang Xian of the past time-space. Otherwise, if that Wang Xian died, he might die as well!
"Hongjun, die!"
With the Emperor Dragon Spear in hand, Wang Xian instantly appeared behind Dark Hongjun. Carrying the force of billions of tons, the Emperor Dragon Spear viciously stabbed toward the back of Dark Hongjun's head.
"Ant."
Dark Hongjun abruptly turned around and stared coldly at Wang Xian. Without any visible movement from him, the Emperor Dragon Spear stopped directly before him, unable to advance even an inch further.
Although he had failed to injure Dark Hongjun, Wang Xian's appearance had drawn Dark Hongjun's attention to him. The Wang Xian of the past time-space seized the opportunity to break free from Dark Hongjun's restraint.
"What the fuck is going on? Why has this bastard become so terrifying?"
The Wang Xian of the past time-space touched his empty chest. Having been ambushed by Dark Hongjun while completely off guard, a single palm strike had blasted away his chest. The residual energy lingering around the wound was also preventing his body from recovering.
It was an ultimate form of energy. Even top-tier energies such as Chaos Power, Time Power, and