Boom!
Ning Zheng laughed softly; sometimes, such a battle is not bad.
The two sides have exchanged countless rounds, verifying the Tao together, supporting each other towards... the future.
Both opponents and companions.
But at this moment, even the powerful Immortal Vein Immortal Venerate could not withstand it anymore, the whole person exuded a decaying, rotting aura of weakness.
Due to Tribulation Qi, the whole person lost his senses, vaguely and hoarsely roaring, "I must win, I must win—"
His whole being quickly withered.
There are no miracles in the world.
Perhaps...
If he hadn't been imprisoned for many years.
If he were more proficient in the Ghost King's path.
If he could, like Jiu Shui, live a third life, infinitely resurrect...
But there are no ifs.
He lacked fifteen million years of time, tortured to the extreme, mind deranged, a prisoner in a deadlock, relying only on strong will to face the final battle...
"What a pity." Ning Zheng said softly.
