Chapter 675

• Zheng Xingzhi flew out with boundless despair and disbelief, and fell heavily on the battle platform, dragging a distance of hundreds of meters, and the blood even stained the trajectory he dragged.
• Although he didn't faint directly, Zheng Xingzhi could only lie on the battlefield with his back up, like a puddle of mud. At this moment, the heat and ambition in Zheng Xingzhi's eyes disappeared.
• What remained was the boundless darkness and the meaning of all thoughts being ashamed, as if all the beautiful thoughts and fiery heart that had poured out in my heart had become completely cold.