Wu De felt like he was about to die.
Like a corpse, he lay numbly on the cold ground, letting the whip lash his body again and again. Even his screams and convulsions had grown faint.
His empty eyes stared in Apocalypse's direction. The title Apocalypse Chairman ringing in his ears was like a thorn stabbing viciously into his heart.
White Lord...
I failed to protect Apocalypse for you...
He closed his eyes in despair, accepting the fate of being whipped to death.
But he waited for a while. One second, then two.
The excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart never came.
Only the mournful whisper of the cold wind remained in the wilderness, along with the crackling current of the Soulshock Whip.
No whip fell.
That unnatural silence made Wu De's dying heart tremble.
He struggled to open his eyes, his eyelids as heavy as lead as they slowly lifted inch by inch.
When they were halfway open, something seemed to stimulate him, and his eyes suddenly flew wide open!
The white Soulshock Whip that should have lashed down at him was now gripped in a hand.
Blinding white lightning pulses slammed into that hand, sparks scattering everywhere, yet they could not shake it in the slightest.
Following that hand upward, Wu De's pupils abruptly constricted!
He saw a face—a face he could never forget, even if Heart Abyss had tortured his soul into ruin.
It was the White Lord he had carved into the depths of his soul, the one he had sworn to follow for the rest of his life... White Lord!!
In an instant, all numbness and despair shattered.
Wu De's pale lips trembled, and his previously vacant, lifeless eyes suddenly lit up.
Countless emotions surged into his heart, turning into hot tears and