Chen Tiannan's Counterattack

As he watched himself being shunned and driven away by every team fighting over the scrolls like a rat crossing the street, those looks of disgust and wariness stabbed into Chen Tiannan's heart like cold needles until it bled.

So much so that now, he no longer dared, nor could he, force his way into those fierce battle circles.

Behind him, Lin Ming and his dark gold puppet had already formed a pincer attack from left and right. Carrying monstrous killing intent, they were like two blades of death slowly closing in, squeezing away the last of his space to maneuver.

An unprecedented sense of being trapped in a deadly land, like an icy tide, instantly drowned Chen Tiannan's entire body.

He looked around the vast main hall, where the sounds of killing and energy explosions were still deafening, yet a bone-deep chill and despair rose in his heart.

It's over... it's really over...

In a daze, the world in his eyes seemed to begin losing its color.

Those figures madly fighting over treasures, the flying streams of light, the bursting energy, all gradually lost their color and turned into monotonous black and white.

The deafening clamor also seemed to be rapidly moving away. The scene took on a strange, suffocating silence, as if his entire person had been stripped out of this world and was watching a silent black-and-white film from the perspective of an onlooker.

"Is this the world after death? No sound, no color, no feeling... is this the ending of I, Chen Tiannan?"

"No... I can't accept this... I really can't accept this..." A thought filled with bitterness and despair circled through his nearly stagnated mind.

"Ah—!!!"

Just as Chen Tiannan's mind was slipping, and he was almost about to give up resisting and resign himself