[Faint Blacklight Path formed] [Revival Coin effects ignored] [Being killed means death] [You have one chance, and one chance only]
As the "Faint Blacklight Path" fully formed, Zhou Heng slowly walked toward Zhou Ming, and Zhou Ming also started walking toward Zhou Heng. Both had a visual range of 1,000 kilometers, so they spotted each other from afar. Before long, they met on opposite sides of the "Faint Blacklight Path." One had a bristling buzz cut; the other's green hair flowed freely. One had his hands in his pockets; the other's arms hung naturally at his sides, his hands curled into fists. Neither spoke. They simply watched each other. One second, two seconds, three seconds... ten seconds...
"I admire you. You're only level 60 and haven't even undergone a tier transformation, yet you can face a 'Glorious' Longevity like me without so much as a change of expression. If you hadn't killed Su Ming, I might have put in a word or two for you and let you marry into our Longevity Zhou Family, becoming a full member of the main family. Unfortunately... you disrupted too many of our plans." A countdown to the activation of the "Wailing Heart of Misfortune" appeared on Zhou Ming's retina. Only three seconds remained. He did not mind exchanging a few words with this unusual player, Zhou Heng, whom he had fought once before.
Zhou Heng looked at Zhou Ming with an indifferent expression and said nothing. Instead, he slowly lowered himself into a seated position in the empty air below him. The instant he sat down, a faint light flashed. Bose'er turned into a streak of light and slipped into the "Elven Throne," and the "Elven Throne·Light" unfolded.
"The light form of the Elven Throne is indeed powerful, especially after synchronizing