Watching Lin Xing charging toward him once again amidst dozens of illusions behind him, he had no choice but to raise his sword and enter the fray once more.
But under the onslaught of dozens of Lin Xings, the power erupting from millions of lives seemed so feeble.
Especially as the young man's life gradually came to an end, his control over the sword's energy became increasingly unstable, wasting more and more power in the battle.
When the energy of his sword completely dissipated, his body was already emaciated, and his arms were thoroughly shattered.
Staring at the thirty-some Lin Xings before him, a strong feeling of jealousy surged in his heart.
"Why... why did they choose you, you mad dog."
"If it were me, had I possessed this power, both worlds would have been saved long ago."
He looked at the utterly uncontrollable Lin Xing before him.
