“...”

Zhou Xuzi didn’t move a muscle. His mouth was open, but no voice came out. His environment was dark and eerie, but his eyes were shockingly white.

Right now, there was nothing more hopeless than the blood before his eyes.

True despair was without color or sound.

It was the same as when Blue Pole Star was destroyed right in front of Yun Che.

The only thing more dreadful than despair itself, was the despair created from the death of ...