"Gululu..."
"Gululu..."
With vacant eyes, Tangze Asuka sank into the pool enveloped in the aura of death, like an abyss.
Above, the intense sounds of battle, the hysterical screams, and the irritating, hateful cries of a baby all drifted away bit by bit from her ears, like peeling an egg, piece by piece, layer by layer.
She remained motionless, descending, allowing strands of crimson mist to ooze from the wound on her abdomen. The lighter blood fog rose upward while the heavier she sank downward. At this moment, it seemed as if she was walking on the road to death, distancing herself from everything above, everything that caused her to die.
What was she thinking at this moment?
Regret? Anger? Sadness?
Perhaps nothing at all...
Tangze Asuka felt unexpectedly numb, as if accustomed to it, as if she didn't care at all...
At this moment, she only felt cold, darkness, and silence.
So cold... so cold...
