For a while, Zhao Zicheng sat at the door and thought for a long time.
Time continues to pass.
Half an hour passed.
The pressure in the room has reached its peak. Yu Sheng's clothes have been completely dyed red with blood. His whole body seems to have just been fished out of a blood vat. It is wet, and there is even blood and sweat merging, and finally dripping on the ground.
His feet were already scarlet.
Including the injuries that left only scars on his body, they all collapsed and seemed to be on the verge of death.
"Boss Yu, exit!"
"I can't stand it anymore!"
Zhao Zicheng couldn't help but look at Yu Sheng's back and shouted.
But Yu Sheng still stared at Middle-Aged Man stubbornly, gritting his teeth and trembling slightly, with no intention of retreating.
"What the hell!"
"Blood-Colored Twin Fiends, I've never been afraid!"
"I... I can hold on for a while longer. This kind of opportunity is so rare!"
But Zhao Zicheng, who had just recovered a little, took a deep breath, just like taking a bath in a sauna, and plunged in again.
The oppressive force like a vast ocean swept through Zhao Zicheng's body again.
He groaned, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he was about to be swept out of the door in an instant, but he held on to the door frame and refused to take a step back, his eyes were bloodshot, and he allowed his body to burst open with wounds one after another.
This time, it didn't last long.
After half a minute, Zhao Zicheng couldn't help it anymore and was kicked out.
But he was like a weakling who couldn't be beaten. He rested for a while and then broke in again.
Over and over again.
Even at the end, he was trembling and resting for several minutes, but could only stay in the room for a few seconds.
Even so, for Zhao Zicheng, it seemed like a physical baptism, which completely solidified his foundation.
If it was just a muddy path leading to Ninth Awakening, now... it's just an asphalt road.
Although he can't just let him gallop and make rapid progress, at least... he really has the opportunity to be promoted to Ninth Awakening.
This opportunity is the most precious.
There are countless Human Race Heavenly Pride, but who dares to say that he will definitely be able to Entering the Ninth Awakening in the future?
On this road, the corpses of fallen people can be piled into mountains.
At least until now, only a handful of people have reached the end.
Just when Zhao Zicheng wanted to step into the room again, the pressure that filled the entire room suddenly exploded.
Yu Sheng, who had already reached a certain critical point, spat out a stream of blood mist from his mouth, flew backwards, and half-knelt on the ground.
And Middle-Aged Man also completely opened his eyes.
A pair of indifferent, arrogant eyes looked around the room, and finally landed on Yu Sheng.
He stood up slowly, looked at Yu Sheng, and frowned again.
"*&&...*"
Middle-Aged Man's voice was filled with the majesty of a superior, and the sense of oppression in the room suddenly disappeared.
Yu Sheng breathed in the air and looked at him blankly.
Apparently...
Didn't understand.
"*&&%?"
Middle-Aged Man spoke again, but soon seemed to understand something and shook his head slightly.
The next moment, Middle-Aged Man's voice came from Yu Sheng's mind.
Just like the ghost of Ancient Beast Race before, it comes from the communication from the soul. "You are not Heavenly Race?"
"Hmm."
Yu Sheng nodded softly.
Middle-Aged Man was startled for a moment and smiled to himself, as if he understood the current external world and situation through the memory in Yu Sheng's mind.
"The plan back then failed after all..."
"Beast Race rises..."
"The cycle of cause and effect, maybe, this is fate."
He did not feel the joy after recovery at all, and there was a little regret in his tone. "Awakening, Demon Core... a novel road."
"But relying on external objects is not the right way, and it is difficult to defeat Mortal World."
Middle-Aged Man seemed to have discovered something interesting. He kept flipping through the memories of Awakened in Yu Sheng's mind, and Image finally gave a review.
Unlike Ancient Beast Race, Ancient Beast Race can only take a peek when Yu Sheng actively recalls it.
But Middle-Aged Man can actively browse through it aggressively.
"If you want to take that step out of Life and Death, you must always rely on your own strength."
"No wonder... no wonder..."
"Future generations will have their own path..."
Middle-Aged Man didn't look particularly awake. He spoke intermittently and muddle-headedly, and kept mumbling some strange words.
Yu Sheng was suppressed in place and completely unable to move.
What makes him strange is that what traps him is not Power of Rules like Old Principal, fields or the like, but the aura exuded by Middle-Aged Man itself.
"Heavenly Race... disappeared..."
For a long time, Middle-Aged Man showed a bitter smile on his lips. He put his hands behind his back and walked past Yu Sheng. Under Zhao Zicheng's vigilant eyes, he stood at the door of the building and looked up at the sky with complicated eyes, as if he was reminiscing about something.
"Heavenly Race is gone, my city is gone..."
"Now..."
"I'm gone too..."
Middle-Aged Man just stood at the door, bathing in the sunshine, turned his head and glanced at Yu Sheng in the room. "You... are very good, even among our Heavenly Race, you can also be called Heavenly Pride."
"After all... it failed."
While speaking, Middle-Aged Man turned around, slowly closed his eyes, raised his hands, opened his arms, and enjoyed the warmth of the sun.
"The layout lasts for thousands of years, and it only takes a moment to recover."
"Thousands of people are fighting for it. Is this an opportunity or torture..."
Zhao Zicheng vaguely seemed to hear Middle-Aged Man's soft whisper. The next moment, Middle-Aged Man's heart beat like a drum, slowly stopped, the blood stopped flowing, his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his breath weakened.
Eventually, the body turned into spots of light and dissipated in the world.
Only the last words remain between heaven and earth.
It's like it means something.
"Why do we need to borrow Beast Race energy to show our power?"
"How can the light of a grain of rice compete with the brightness of the bright moon?"
The sound continued to echo in the void, but Middle-Aged Man had completely disappeared, leaving only an ordinary piece of Jade Pendant falling on the ground outside the door, inconspicuous.
(The pain of sitting on the Wooden Chair chair while typing, my tail bone hurts like crazy, I feel like I'm going to be useless...)