Under the long night, the dazzling Heavenly Light gradually faded, the world once again transformed into an abyss, and the areas devoid of Fire Spring were shrouded in a heavy ink-like darkness.
Sun Chengjun couldn't move, his body covered in blood, with a clear penetrating fist wound through his chest, and his body was riddled with fine cracks.
If he hadn't preemptively fortified himself, maintaining a Golden Body Eternal State, his body would have already exploded.
Sun Chengjun felt deeply humiliated; he could only see his opponent's feet and the strong, straight calves as Qin Ming stood in front of him.
Yet, he couldn't even lift his head, kneeling on one knee, suppressed into submission—a posture he found so degrading, he would rather slam his head into the ground, preferring to faint instead.
"Why did you come here tonight?" Qin Ming spoke.
