This time, he had chosen to face the Elephant God Walk alone, a boast he had made in the presence of Yu Wentong.
If things ended so carelessly, he truly... was unwilling to accept it!
[Student], [Ancient Language Expert], [Fighter], [Death Teller (Extraordinary)], [Spear Holder (Extraordinary)]
Five Class Panels, dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of skills.
Lu Yuan glanced over them one by one, turning them over and over.
Yet he could not find even a sliver of the hope he sought to turn the tables.
All his skill points, his attribute points, were already used up before this battle had even begun.
It appeared he really had... run out of options.
Lu Yuan's consciousness was beginning to blur, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
The feelings of exhaustion and pain surged towards him like relentless waves.
Lu Yuan could barely maintain his Class Panels; they began to distort, warp, and ripple like water curtains.
Is it really... over?
