His fist shattered a plane, smashed down a sky, as if he intended to drag down the entire heavens of the World Without Life to bring unavoidable destruction to Jiang Wang.
But at this moment, a voice responded to him.
Jiang Wang was still coughing up blood, clutching his sword tightly with his only remaining left hand, preparing to counterattack, so it wasn't Jiang Wang.
This voice was so calm yet detached... softly questioning.
"What kind of thing are you... that he needs your recognition?"
In his rapid descent, Zhang Linchuan felt as though his fist was entangled by something. Upon closer inspection, it seemed like... a fishline?
A fishline without a fishhook, yet it caught him.
It drew him upward to the high dome!
Zhang Linchuan felt an overwhelming, irresistible power, felt an unchangeable rule, and also felt a tremendous absurdity!
In his own World Without Life, he encountered an irresistible force? Rules that executed others' wills?
