"The saddest thing about a person is failing to recognize the limits of their strength, yet insisting on doing things beyond them."
Du Busi looked at Yan Shaozhe, who had fallen to the ground. There was not a trace of pity in his eyes, only coldness.
Mercy toward an enemy was cruelty toward oneself.
He was not someone who would be cruel to himself.
He swept his hand sharply, and countless emerald-green rays descended from the sky, aimed straight at Yan Shaozhe.
Clearly, the grievously wounded Yan Shaozhe no longer had the strength to withstand such an attack.
Trash!?
Useless trash! If you don't have the strength, why come out here and act like such a badass?
Tai Tan felt the same way.
Not only was he ungrateful to Yan Shaozhe, he was silently cursing him.
He had already fallen into despair. Yan Shaozhe's arrival had given him hope, but Yan Shaozhe's defeat had plunged him back into despair.
That feeling of being tossed back and forth was truly driving him to a breakdown.
"Stop!"
Yet.
At that very moment, a voice rang in everyone's ears.
At the same time.
The air grew still, and even the wind ceased to flow. Time and space seemed to freeze.
Then.
A jet-black light swept across the entire area in an instant.
The attack Du Busi had unleashed melted away like snow beneath the spring sun.
Witnessing this, Du Busi's brows drew tightly together.
He knew that whoever had suddenly appeared had to be at least a Rank 99 powerhouse.
Otherwise, they could not have neutralized his attack so effortlessly.
Who was it?
That madwoman from the Sun Moon Empire?
No.
That was the Clear Sky Sect's Sect Master.
It probably wasn't her either.
While Du Busi was still speculating, the jet-black light