Chương 685: Inner weakness

Present before him was a dim and withered world, vast and empty. Close by, an ugly and dead-looking flower stalk stood on a solitary rock, with a lifeless flower that appeared as though it would fall off at any moment.

"Damn! So ugly! How's this better than staying in the illusion!" Simba's voice immediately rang out in his Soul Sea. "What cursed lands! It looks like a waste to me!"

Wang Zhong laughed and replied, "Not everyone is like you."

"That true. I'm the almighty Simba, the one and only Simba."

"The Simba that will die if he doesn't boast about himself." Wang Zhong silently thought within his heart.