After the seventh drumbeat, Su Zimo paused the longest.
To Ying Tian and the others, Su Zimo definitely could not withstand such a blow and was at a loss as to whether to advance or retreat. Right now, he must be in immense torture.
If Su Zimo took a step further, the eighth drumbeat would sound and he would definitely die.
However, if he were to retreat, he would be in his twilight years and would not have much lifespan left.
From his high spirits earlier on to his current twilight years, everything happened within a short distance of 700 feet in less than 15 minutes—who could withstand such a blow?
A long time later, Su Zimo finally opened his eyes.
His back was facing Ying Tian and the others and there was naturally no way they could see the look in his eyes—it was filled with the endless vicissitudes of time!
Although Su Zimo's body was almost at the end of its road, the glint in his eyes intensified!