Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
My new body, my new life!
I would stand at the pinnacle of power and rule over the living beings of countless worlds. Once the Great Destruction ended, I would be the god of the new world!
Zhang Ping was overwhelmed with excitement. A wonderful future had already appeared in his mind, yet he inevitably recalled everything from his past. It was practically like the flickering visions before death.
Wait.
Flickering visions before death?
Zhang Ping suddenly realized that his superpower had not taken effect.
He looked at Nameless in terror, his lips trembling as he asked, "You're not me?"
"What do you mean, I'm not you and you're not me? Is that your last word?" Nameless asked speechlessly.
He could not make sense of what Zhang Ping was doing. Why had his eyes suddenly lit up, followed by that bizarre line—"You're not me"?
Zhang Ping glared at Nameless. At that moment, he had a thousand words in his heart, but in the end, none came out.
Under the influence of the pure energy Nameless had injected, Zhang Ping's body instantly stiffened. Then it gradually changed from blue to white, eventually becoming a soft spirit body.
Zhang Ping's self-awareness was gone, leaving behind only an empty shell.
"What the hell is wrong with him?"
Nameless could not figure out what Zhang Ping's last words meant and could only grumble helplessly.
Then he looked at the gate Chen Fang had become through Transformation, confusion appearing on his face. Zhang Ping was already dead, so why had this gate not done anything?
He cautiously stepped closer, and sure enough, the gate did not attack him at all.
Yet the gate was indeed terrifying. He had an intense feeling that it was extremely deadly.
"Strange."
Nameless flew