After the simulation ended, Su Xing sighed.
"Eighty-five years of simulation, that's a new record... It's just a pity I still died at the hands of the Descending Sect..."
Su Xing sighed again, shaking his head slightly.
He could roughly guess that the Descending Sect had now freed up some time to deal with him, a small fry.
And the officer they sent was indeed powerful.
If it had been Blood Ninety-Nine, Su Xing might have struggled a bit, maybe even counter-killed...
But Blood Twenty-Three, the number was too close to the front, and Su Xing couldn't resist at all.
"Blood Twenty-Three should have the peak strength of the Heavenly Immortal Realm. Maybe he's even close to a True Immortal?"
"Oh well, the goal of this simulation was mostly achieved. Let's see what rewards I got!"
Su Xing mumbled.
[Master Fisherman]: Purple Talent, priced at 1 million energy points.