When Bologue wounded the Regent King, with the Regent King's strength, he had already rendered himself powerless. Bologue didn't want to give up so early; at least, before using every means available, he wouldn't choose a desperate strike.
"Just an empty shell."
As he charged, Bologue glanced sideways at the magnificent city. It was colorful yet lifeless.
Looking forward, Bologue dived into the mist, with the Regent King closely following behind.
The Cultivation Room was incredibly tall, reaching into the clouds and piercing through them.
Bologue could clearly feel the air around him gradually thinning, and the low temperature invading. At the same time, the pure night sky also came into view, with stars twinkling.
Everything below became insignificant, and an inexplicable emotion surged within Bologue, as if he had already shed his human shell and merged into the universe. This feeling was subtle... if only the man rushing towards him weren't there.
"Damn it!"
