"How much longer do they have to keep this up?"
"Don't know, it should be soon," the Red Emperor said indifferently.
Not long after his voice fell, the battlefield indeed underwent a change.
The mud that blocked the view suddenly dispersed, and the silhouette of the Sea Mud King shook eerily. Its spherical body trembled as if shivering.
Tang Xian collapsed on the ground, snoring loudly in his sleep.
Meanwhile, the Sea Mud King looked completely dejected:
[I was wrong. I really want to become a weed. Why did I choose to fight? Who am I? Where am I? Where did I come from, and where will I go?]
[Does the universe have a boundary? Are there great prehistoric civilizations hidden in the depths of the ocean?]
[How insignificant I am. Why should I spend my life in meaningless battles? Honor? Legend? Merely fleeting dreams...]
[Fighting is really pointless. I've had an epiphany. I shall lay down the slaughter and pursue the eternal and dazzling truth! Farewell!]
