He felt the air move in front of him and a hideous silhouette appeared in his peripheral vision, blocking everything in sight.
Even though he was a cultivator and a warrior that fought on the front lines every few days, death wasn't something he often faced. But now he had no other choice.
Although strangely enough, he wasn't nervous in this last moment. His heartbeat slowed down and a strange feeling overcame him.
He closed his eyes, accepting his fate. There was no better way to go out than trying to save the man that was like a second father to him. He wouldn't have it any other way.
"Come," he whispered, getting ready for a final rush of pain before embracing the darkness, but it never came. A few passed and he slowly opened his eyes to see the massive silhouette staring in another direction, completely ignoring his existence.