Darkness gives way to light.
The sky brightens once more.
The black mist and dark clouds scatter, depriving Ling Wudeng of energy.
He hadn't expected Lin Fan to find him in the darkness, striking with a sword and nearly taking his life.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to avoid a lethal blow.
Nonetheless.
He had consumed most of his energy, now panting heavily and lacking strength in his limbs.
But at least he preserved his life.
Yet for Ling Wudeng.
Merely surviving is far from enough; it's practically a disgraceful act!
A Ninth Rank Saint Emperor put him in such a sorry state.
It's an utter humiliation.
An utter humiliation!
"Impossible! How could you possibly defeat me! I am a Middle Heavenly Venerate, how can a mere Ninth Rank Saint Emperor defeat me, absolutely impossible!"
At this moment Ling Wudeng, kneeling on one knee, roars with thunderous fury.
