At the beginning, Liu Hun could still rely on some strength within his body to evade, but as time passed, the injuries on Liu Hun's body became more severe; causing him to have no ability to fight back at all.
Moreover, these shadows grew stronger one after another, becoming increasingly terrifying the further it went.
At this moment, Liu Hun lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, his eyes somewhat vacant, his whole body drenched in blood, as if he were bathed in it.
His appearance was also extremely horrifying.
"Could it be that I will just die here like this? Betrayed and killed in my past life, now reborn, I thought I could avenge the old man, but destiny trumps human calculations," Liu Hun murmured softly in his heart.
Looking at one of the shadows continuing to smash toward his body, Liu Hun didn't even move because, even if he wanted to, he couldn't muster any strength at all.
This is despair, the despair that comes from death.
