His mouth was dry and his throat parched.
When he realized that the existence above his head was none other than the Necro-lord transformed from Mo Ling, Lin An felt as though a giant hammer had slammed into his head.
His eyes reddened, and an indescribably powerful shock surged through his mind.
To Lin An, the few people around him were, in a sense, the last softness remaining deep in his heart.
He had never imagined that Mo Ling would die. He had always protected her well.
It was difficult to say exactly what feelings he had for Mo Ling.
But whether she was a companion or something else, he found himself unable to accept this fact for the moment.
How could she be dead?!
He stood there in a daze.
Under the shock to his mind, even the Second Will isolated within the Mind Space could not help but turn solemn.
Having once experienced the same kind of pain, he naturally knew what this felt like.
Even after countless simulations, he could not forget the immense pain of losing a companion while trapped in such emotions.
Rather than saying that the biggest difference between him and Lin An was that he did not care about anyone's life or death, it was more accurate to say that he was "escaping."
Every time he watched someone he cherished die right before his eyes, it was no less painful than having a red-hot iron brand stuffed into his heart and twisted back and forth.
Especially when he was powerless, or when those people had died because of him.
When he had never been able to protect anyone,
That kind of blow was enough to make even the strongest warrior collapse.
If that was the case, it was better to give up completely