"...You!"
Zhou Jing tried to speak, but he couldn't even open his mouth.
That mouthful of Essence Blood had exhausted a hundred years of his cultivation, all just to lure the Hundred-Eyed Marsh Dragon over. The only reason he had held on this long was to see Chen Che die along with him.
Unfortunately, he would not live to see it...
'He's dead?!'
In the Red Forest, Chen Che glanced at Zhou Jing's body as it slowly sank into the marsh.
A moment ago, all his attention had been focused on the charging Hundred-Eyed Marsh Dragon. He had even been prepared to turn and flee if the Demon Beast proved too strong...
Who had time to care about Zhou Jing's incessant rambling?
'Whatever. He probably wasn't saying anything nice anyway.'
He withdrew his gaze and scanned his surroundings.
'It's finally over!'
