No sound, no light.
Yet Luo Qingchen felt like his head was hit hard by a ten-thousand-pound hammer.
With a buzzing sound, his vision went black, almost fainting on the spot.
The power that confined time and space was instantly shattered.
The "Shadow of Dao" opposite, however, merely wavered slightly, then returned to normal.
Clearly, in this pure power struggle, its absolutely logical calculations made its consumption much less than Luo Qingchen's.
It's over.
Luo Qingchen's heart sank to the bottom.
Even the strongest trump card was of no use.
How could he continue fighting?
Is he really going to be defeated here?
No!
I cannot lose!
Luo Qingchen's mind flashed with the loving faces of his parents, Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan's worried eyes, and Bai Ling'er's innocent smile.
A strong and extreme unwillingness once again exploded from the depths of his soul.
There has to be a way!
There must be something I can do that it cannot!
What is it?
What is it really?
