"Ugh..."
With a low groan, Ling Feng slowly opened his eyes. In front of him seemed to be a faint yellowish light flickering unsteadily.
"Am I... dead?"
Ling Feng raised his hand, trying hard to recall everything before he lost consciousness.
The final madness, the last burst, the bloody battle against the Nine Emperors, the counterattack against the Red Dragon Envoy...
All the memories flashed through Ling Feng's mind, finally forming a breathtakingly beautiful face.
Mu Qianxue!
"Qianxue!"
Ling Feng suddenly jumped up. He remembered that in the last moment before he fell unconscious, it was Mu Qianxue who stood in front of him with her frail body.
But, with her strength, how could she possibly stop those Demon Emperors?
"Where is this place?"
Ling Feng frantically searched his surroundings. It didn't seem to be hell, but rather a dark room, and he was sitting leisurely on a somewhat simple bed.
"My... body?"
