Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
The shattered body, the ruined camp, the scattering crowds-everything stopped under the influence of a strange power.
Yet Wei Huan showed no surprise, for he knew this was an illusion caused by his thoughts becoming extraordinarily active, far beyond their usual pace, as he lay gravely wounded on the brink of death.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, only to discover that his body was already gone. Without his chest, abdomen, and lungs working together, the sound produced by his jaws alone was almost unrecognizable.
"You lost!"
Fang Qianyuan had not heard what he said clearly, either. Perhaps it was a murmur of defiance, or perhaps a howl of pain.
But he no longer wanted to pursue it, because he had already found his own answer.
Fang Qianyuan stood atop the enormous Black Wolf's head, his feet sinking into her body as though they had almost become one.
His eyes shone, and an unprecedented, strange aura radiated from him. At this moment when victory was assured, it seemed to surge abruptly, almost illuminating heaven and earth with a brilliance too dazzling to look upon.
"Yes, I lost..."
Sensing the change in Fang Qianyuan's aura, Wei Huan revealed a faint, bitter smile, his expression inscrutable.
"How unfortunate I am, and yet how fortunate, to witness your heart of a true powerhouse take shape with my own eyes. From this day onward, I imagine you will no longer be lost. This world has gained another true powerhouse with hopes of reaching Heaven Tier..."
Remembering that Fang Qianyuan's reputation as "peerless in all the world" had first spread from his own lips, Wei Huan felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity.
There seemed to be a hidden destiny governing this world. Fang Qianyuan had gained