The Fate Commander, who once consumed himself and altered his own past, was merely a fragment that fell from Fusheng Heaven.
Faced with this cruel reality, a profound despair surged from Li Huowang's heart. What was the meaning of all that he, as one of the Fate Commanders, had done in the face of such a powerful entity?
Words that Qing Wanglai had once said to him, along with his expression at that time, floated in Li Huowang's mind. At this moment, he finally understood why Qing Wanglai had felt that way before; they had no chance against Fusheng Heaven.
"What should I do?"
Looking at everything before him, this thought appeared in Li Huowang's sluggish mind.
"What on earth should I do?"
The emotions of self-destruction, transformed from intense despair, began to emerge in Li Huowang's mind, and his expression gradually twisted.
This feeling stemmed from the compulsion of his flesh, which even as Xinsu, Li Huowang could not control.
