A battle without hope is the most despair-inducing.
Ling Chen is now engulfed in such despair. If courage, perseverance, and boldness could make up for everything, Ling Chen would certainly not be stingy. The problem is, in the face of absolute power, everything can be rendered irrelevant.
Looking at the silent Ling Chen, the smile on Han Yu's face grew even more smug, as if relishing the feeling of being the center of attention once again.
In the gaze of everyone present, Han Yu took steps towards Ling Chen, the tip of the Longquan Sword scraping faint sparks from the ground, emitting a crisp clanging sound reverberating across the entire venue.
"Tell me, how do you wish to die? This is your last choice to make; I advise you to treasure it."
