"The broken mirror can be made whole again, spilled water can be retrieved..."
"In this battle, I am defeated."
Amidst the flying snow, a gentle sigh echoed.
Cui Zhen raised his head, staring at the figure shrouded in Paper Snow. At this moment, he needed to lean on the Mallet Blade just to barely stand.
A slash was delivered, yet Lu Yuzhen did not die.
The outcome was already determined.
Cui Zhen exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, with a hint of regret in his eyes.
He was prepared for death.
The blade just now was delivered without reservation, depleting all his strength.
He knew.
Even with the "Longevity Lamp" and "Undying Spring" — reversing the situation was impossible.
Lu Yuzhen's Dao Domain could reverse cause and effect.
This kind of divine skill had already surpassed Cui Zhen's understanding.
He had to admit, this was almost... an unbeatable opponent.
"You're strong."
"Just a bit more... and you would have the chance to kill me."
