"You win," the Gray Mist Man said flatly.
"Can you finally tell me your name?" Su Ming'an asked.
"..." The Gray Mist Man was silent for a moment as the spiritual body drifted toward Su Ming'an.
Su Ming'an, however, drifted back, resolutely not approaching the near-death enemy.
"So vigilant..." the Gray Mist Man said lightly, "Not giving me a chance to make a desperate strike, truly befitting of you..."
"You know me?" Su Ming'an was surprised. "Are you one of the Lord of Dreams' people? Did He send you to stop me? Or did I either save or destroy the civilization you belong to?"
The Gray Mist Man remained silent, his figure almost transparent under the backlash of the rules, as if he would completely disintegrate in the next second. The loss was inevitable, but a spark seemed to ignite in his eyes.
On the brink of death, he extended his hand and played his final card against Su Ming'an.
