So tired, so exhausted.
Chen Lan barely opened his eyes, lying wearily on the ground. He could clearly feel the rapid deterioration of his body's functions, as if his life was slowly reaching its end.
Struggling to lift his hand, he tremblingly touched his chest, feeling the sticky and wet sensation, slowly reaching an empty hole.
"Indeed, as expected of the Celestial Court's number one divine general. The third level of the Celestial Eye divine techniques truly lives up to its name." Chen Lan forced a helpless smile. His internal organs were being constantly eroded by an unimaginably terrifying force, swiftly devouring his life force. He was indeed dying.
He listened to the cries around him, hearing Sun Wukong's roar. He had transformed into a demon form. Although unable to compete, he still fought to the death, while the screams of others filled the air. None were a match for those from the Desolate Celestial Realm.
Master, I'm afraid I'm about to disappoint you.
