Zhou Ping'an was conscious.
His body was truly injured.
Half of his body, inside and out, felt as if it had turned to frost, as though any larger movement might shatter it.
Therefore, he dared not make any big movements.
Fearing he'd completely tear his blood vessels and major tendons...
As for Lin Huaiyu sensing he was still accumulating power, emanating a faint sense of extreme danger,
in some sense, it wasn't false.
Given Zhou Ping'an's penchant for meticulous calculation, always keeping the last card up his sleeve,
even in his life-and-death struggle against the black-robed, masked man with icy left hand and fiery right, he hadn't used this move...
If Lin Huaiyu hadn't come to support him at the last moment.
If that black-robed, masked man continued his pursuit.
He would've had no choice but to go all in.
The thing he relied on wasn't anything else.