Home, home—he had a home too. Though he didn't like that home, he'd hidden in many places and met many people. Did he really have to die in his hometown? No, he didn't want to die here. What kind of ending was that? Getting played to death?
He'd thought the Heaven Origin Universe was a paradise, but it had become his burial ground. If word got back, how was Destroy Wu Huang supposed to hold his head up?
He was Destroy Wu Huang. He didn't want to die, and no one could make him.
"Make me die? Who the hell do you think you are?" Destroy Wu Huang suddenly lunged toward the enormous droplet.
Huh?
Su Shi Dao was dumbfounded. Had this guy gone crazy?
The droplet weighed on everyone's hearts. Whether the droplet-shaped creature meant to or not, it descended slowly, making them feel the despair of death drawing near. Even death had a rhythm: the rhythm of that droplet's descent.
It was the rhythm of this universe's civilization being wiped out.
By now, everyone knew there was nothing they could do. Only one person suddenly charged forward: Destroy Wu Huang.
He rushed past Ancient God, Lu Yuan, and the others, swept past countless bugs, and even flew past Luo Chan. No one stopped him. Watching him charge like a moth to a flame was entertainment enough.
That was what Luo Chan thought.
Dan Xiao thought so too.
Only Destroy Wu Huang himself thought otherwise.
He stared fixedly at the enormous droplet and stopped not far from Zhaoran and Jiang Feng. As the droplet-shaped creature watched in confusion, he raised his right index finger. "Senior, I'm grateful to you. Now, give me—go!"
At that moment, Destroy Wu Huang drew everyone's attention.
Under countless gazes, space twisted around his index