Ye Qiu shouted with all his might. While shouting, he resisted against the Demon King and the Absolute God.
It was just to save himself. Fang Wu, who loved to act spoiled and feared loneliness, could muster his willpower to break free from an impossibly numb state and throw himself into a Sword Move he could not intervene in. How could he do nothing and just be defeated?
Absolutely not.
Even if death was an unavoidable outcome—but before that—there was something he had to do—
Ye Qiu clenched his left hand tightly. Like connecting fine threads, he reclaimed his sense of touch. This revived the sensation of something still lingering in his hand. Fang Wushang's fine sword—now he could feel the willpower she invested into this sword. He could hear her encouraging him to keep it up.
