'She's gone...'
With that all-out throw from Feng Bei, the wings on his back, constructed from the Danqing Painting Skill, were instantly blown away, dissolving into streams of inky light.
The sound of wind, sharp as a knife, screamed past his ears as Zheng Xiu flew backward uncontrollably.
Before his eyes, a "tunnel" seemingly made of countless fragments appeared.
Innumerable snippets flickered within the "tunnel."
The same face, with different expressions, flashed before Zheng Xiu. One frozen scene after another shattered as he moved.
One moment, it was Xie Luohe;
The next, Feng Bei;
Then, Xie Luohe pretending to be Feng Bei;
Then, Feng Bei pretending to be Xie Luohe.
The same voice, in different tones, echoed simultaneously as the snippets shattered. Countless "memories" flooded in at that instant. As he moved away from the Darkness, everything descended into chaos. The sudden influx of information felt like it was splitting Zheng Xiu's head open, a heart-wrenching pain.
