For a moment, Zhou Feng couldn't bear this gigantic joke from the heavens, and instantly, an indescribable hatred surged from the depths of his soul.
"I hate it so much, I hate the heavens, why are they so unjust...
I hate the Zhou family, why are they so heartless...
I hate my parents, why did you give birth to me, only to cruelly abandon me...
And I hate myself even more, why am I so useless..."
...
"Am I about to die?" Zhou Feng muttered to himself.
Chaos, darkness, and a deep azure... these three gloomy colors appeared within Zhou Feng's consciousness. They intertwined and spiraled endlessly, attracting and repelling each other like a relentless squeeze!
"I am unwilling, so unwilling..."
Just before Zhou Feng's consciousness fully submerged, a stubborn determination clung persistently to his mind!
At the same time, Zhou Yuheng's palm was already upon him. It not only failed to present any threat to Zhou Feng, but instead, opened a glimmer of hope.
