With a swish.
Long's figure likewise appeared out of thin air in the sky, quietly overlooking the scene below.
"Your spirit has weakened to the extreme," Long replied calmly. "Without any energy for recovery, you are nothing."
"The same words go back to you," Zhang Rongfang said coldly.
During this half-month, he constantly resurrected, constantly got killed.
Repeatedly, an unknown number of times.
Thousands, tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands more. He can no longer remember.
Because his memory permanently stuck at the moment of resurrection and being killed, endlessly repeating.
But now, he still survived.
"It's time to end all of this." In Long's hand, the peculiar gray longsword emerged once again.
On the sword, the eyeball-formed guard squirmed constantly, all eyes fixedly gazing at Zhang Rongfang at this moment.
"Since you can still survive, then take another move from me." Long held the sword horizontally forward.
"Atomic Sequence Number Six."
