Wen Sheng remained silent, his face ashen, yet he said not a word.
He simply pressed the pocket watch within his soul over and over again, accelerating the loop and reloading.
Even as victory became increasingly distant, with only a bleak and dismal future potentially remaining, there was still no hesitation or doubt, absolutely no giving up.
At this moment, the soul was formed of obsession, crossing life and death with ease; how could it retreat merely under declining conditions!
Even up to now, there was still no thought of giving up, and there wasn't the slightest hint of slackening or disrespect, once again, and again, and again!
Since the loop has become meaningless, let this emptiness extend to eternity!
Even if the entire Illusion Dream turns into a cage, is there not still someone accompanying to endure the torment?
It doesn't matter even if I cannot win.
An endless dream, since born here, why not die here too?
"Then struggle with all your might, Ji Jue."
