The woman looked at Xu Bai blankly and did not respond for a long time.
It was as if she saw her past self in Xu Bai.
In the past, countless worlds had united to fight against the Absolute Saint. They had been so confident.
They believed that they could win and take back the initiative to survive, not a piece of trash that was casually destroyed by others, but the final result was different.
They had lost. They had lost terribly.
The Absolute Saint had won, and it was a miserable victory.
But no matter what, they still failed.
Losers had no rights to speak of, and it completely shattered her confidence from the beginning to the end. It was as if she had jumped down from a high mountain and fallen into a terrifying hell.
She had nothing left but dejection. She had no energy or ambition. She could only live in this crevice, dispirited and depressed.