Crash—
His mindscape was gradually dyed a faint black, like the tide rolling in.
Without a ripple of emotion, Lu Cang took the full force of Chicheng's greatsword as it came slashing toward him. His body flew backward like a fluttering butterfly—
He could hear Chicheng's roars and shouts.
But the voice seemed very far away.
At the same time, after flying backward, he saw the crimson figure pursuing him like a ghost.
This should have been a thrilling battle.
So why was his heart as still as stagnant water?
His battered body was repairing itself, but Lu Cang also felt a sense of detachment and annihilation.
His recovery was slowing.
The reality around him peeled away, strand by strand.
His mind still considered how to respond to the battle, and his body still acted on instinct, yet everything felt so distant.
Boom—
The crimson slash collided with the spear he had formed.
But Lu Cang felt light as a feather.
As if he had lost his sense of touch, he could no longer feel anything real.
Clang—clangclangclangclang—
Pfft!
The tremendous force tore Lu Cang's limbs apart. Under normal circumstances, perhaps he would have been amazed, moved, or shocked?
In frozen time,
Lu Cang watched Chicheng, who had been right in front of him a moment ago and was now behind him.
In his heart,
he could barely summon a ripple.
He felt almost nothing, even toward Iz in the distance.
"What's wrong?"
"Doesn't this feel satisfying?"
Time resumed. Lu Cang countered Chicheng's attacks, while four-colored light rose around Iz in the distance!
Yet Luluwei's voice rang out in his mind.
"Isn't this what you wanted?"
"Fight, grow stronger, fight, grow stronger."
"Does it feel pointless now?"
"Die!"
Boom!
At some point, Chicheng's face had become blurred, like a