Tang Xian was certain that he was in a dream.
Extreme weakness after the battle had put his body into a coma-like state.
The battle had already ended, and he remembered that he had shattered the Nether Phoenix Persistence. Recalling this, Tang Xian felt not much fear when facing the red crystalline object in front of him.
This place seemed like a void space, surrounded by boundless white.
Hearing the voice of the Nether Phoenix was not surprising; creatures of the apocalypse had not died entirely for hundreds of years and usually had some last words before truly vanishing.
However, Tang Xian was not buying it:
"If I had not been so lucky today, I would have died, and so would my friends. The first scenario is unacceptable, not to mention the second, so there's no need for you to defend your actions. I reject any attempt to whitewash; we are enemies."
These were Tang Xian's true thoughts, regardless of what the other party intended or what their original purposes were.
