Life and death struggle.
Han Zhan's consciousness was on the brink of obliteration, descending into madness.
Before his consciousness fully dissipated, he hastily asked one last question.
"Making False into True requires consuming spiritual power, it's that black mist, isn't it!"
Across from him, Li Changhao, with a bloated belly and a deathly expression, opened his mouth but could no longer speak, only managing to nod slightly.
Receiving a confirmed answer, it felt like a splash of cold water hit Han Zhan's brain, bringing unprecedented clarity for a fleeting moment, and he thought of a way to break the situation.
"Let's go all out; life and death hinge on this move!"
"Fu Xi Zither, Ancient Resentful Sunset Array, rise for me!"
With a desperate shout from Han Zhan, black-colored array patterns appeared beneath his feet, exuding an ancient aura that spread outwards.
The massive black array pattern covered large portions of Deep Blue City,
