Darkness shrouded everything, damp air filled the space, and a cacophony of noise rang out.
The light of spells flared again and again, only to quickly vanish after a brief flash.
Zhong Kui Yueji fought as he retreated, barely able to suppress his ragged breathing. His injuries were severe, and he had already been in poor condition to begin with. His Storage Pouch was gone, and his only supplies—a bottle of Healing Pills Ning Wuye had given him—were now completely used up.
The foreign races he faced were all powerful and uncanny, their methods unfathomable. Even at the peak of his strength, he would have had to avoid the brunt of such an encirclement.
Boom!
Before long, Zhong Kui Yueji was struck by a streak of Black Light. He was sent flying, his skin torn open and his flesh mangled.
The Three Pillar Immortals' voices rang in his ears once more. "In consideration of your being a successor of the righteous path, we will give you one final chance."
"Of the Human Race who entered the Eternal Night Desert this time, only one may leave alive."
"We hope you'll treasure your future and not ruin yourself..."
Zhong Kui Yueji sneered. Gravely wounded, he had already fallen into a desperate situation.
But, fortunately, the Fallen Immortal Will had not awakened!
He and his friend Ning Wuye had, at least, accomplished their main purpose in infiltrating the Eternal Night Desert...
At this thought, Zhong Kui Yueji looked up at the Myriad Tribulations cloud above and burst into hearty laughter. "Hahahaha..."
As he laughed, he gradually let go of every last concern.
What did the future of the Great Dao matter? What did the fate of the Glazed Nation matter? What did immortality matter? None of it mattered anymore!
There was only one