Zhao Jingyu saw this scene, his eyelids drooping down as his body slowly curled up in the recliner, the aura of death around him growing even more intense.
If an uninformed person were to stand here, they might think they were looking at a dead body, not realizing that this was once a legendary figure who had created miracles.
Zhao Sheng saw this and his eyes instantly turned deep and dark.
He suddenly stretched out his right hand, palm facing up, and upon a thought, a fist-sized crimson fireball suddenly came into existence out of thin air, floating three inches above his palm, burning quietly.
Zhao Sheng withdrew his right hand, severing the connection with his Divine Thought.
But... the fireball did not collapse; instead, it remained like the "Sun," quietly radiating Light Heat.
Pop!
A few breaths later, the fireball suddenly fell to the ground like an iron ball, extinguishing with a pop.
