By burning his own life force, Ji Zhang had gained dozens of times his normal strength and speed.
But once the skill's duration expired, he could no longer hold on. He collapsed to the ground, quietly awaiting the arrival of death.
As his life force rapidly drained away, Ji Zhang was overcome with a wave of desolation.
'The great path to eternal life, the pursuit of cultivation and immortality... It was all just a dream.'
His only consolation was that he had managed to slay his great enemy before his own death!
A flicker of satisfaction passed through Ji Zhang's eyes.
RUSTLE RUSTLE RUSTLE...
'What is that sound?'
Ji Zhang looked up and was shocked to see Zhao Lin roll over, sit up, and then stagger to his feet.
"You... you're not dead?"
Ji Zhang's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as he cried out in disbelief.
"I'm badly hurt, but it's not fatal."
Zhao Lin said with a relaxed tone, brushing the sand from his clothes. "What's the matter? Disappointed?"
