At the same time, once Fan Wuji lost the protection of Jiang Chen and Chuchu’s kicks, he collapsed like a deflated balloon, crashing into the passage of light with a thunderous boom.
Looking at him now, there was no trace of the imposing authority or composure he had displayed moments ago. Instead, he was covered in cracks, drenched in blood, and his hair was in complete disarray. He gasped for air, as if grateful for his narrow escape and relieved to finally be rid of his fate as a literal ball, feeling grateful just to be alive.
"Holy Messenger of Wuji," Jiang Chen said, his brow furrowed. "Master Fan, do you know what the ultimate destiny of a divine ball is?"
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