The posture of death was nothing new. Zhao Zi had naturally seen her share of corpses. No matter how glorious and proud one had been in life, how dignified their bearing, after death they were all rotten flesh and decaying bones.
She had no attachment to this world whatsoever. She could embrace death at any time.
If one did not fear death, how could death be used to frighten them?
Thump-thump-thump, thump-thump-thump!
Her heartbeat abruptly thundered, then abruptly stilled.
Within the dead silence as the remainder of her life was about to be extinguished, the past lives flickering before Zhao Zi's eyes like galloping horses scattered away like clouds and smoke. And then she saw Jiang Wang again.
She saw those eyes, still as the deep sea.
They were not stormy, yet you knew that when they surged, they could destroy heaven and earth.
He actually... hadn't died?
With her five senses stripped away, Zhao Zi could not for a moment distinguish life from death, waking from Dream Awakening. Only endless wails lingered, gradually fading into the distance.
"I captured you here. Divine Hero should already know. Yet he has not come to save you—" Jiang Wang looked at her. "Is he betting that I won't kill you, or has he simply abandoned you?"
"There's no difference." Zhao Zi said calmly, "It is only right for him to abandon me. It is only right for you to kill me."
Jiang Wang said, "When you joined Equality State, you must have had ideals of your own, must have borne the lives of some people on your shoulders. To die here like this, taking responsibility for Divine Hero's momentary sentiment, while he has abandoned you as well—are you truly willing?"
Zhao Zi raised her beautiful eyes and looked calmly at him. "As