Xueming raised his hand packed with Immortal Demon Bird Fire Qi. This Qi level was completely different from the previous collision.
Zang Zhouxan revealed a bitter smile. He was not sad that he lost and was about to lose his life in the next few breaths but he was disappointed that he could not even get Xueming to use his true powers to fight him.
… Am I so weak that this human had to cut me slack in the battle? Zhang Zhouxan…oh, Zang Zhouxan, you’re so pathetic.
Both of Zang Zhouxan’s eyes turned red. The tears of a man that had never flowed seeped out from the corner of his left eye. The image when he looked at Xueming’s hand raising up high gradually faded…away…and disappeared.
… There’s only darkness left.
... I’m dying, aren’t I?
As Zhang Zhouxan’s eyelids closed, tears of dismay bathed his cheeks but he was still conscious. Zhang Zhouxan’ eyes opened again…the darkness was still there. The image of the tall ceiling above him then appeared.