Wei'er felt herself relax.
Spark receded like a tide, solidifying into a dark golden iron ball the size of a basketball on the sandy ground, while the two embracing each other fell together onto the ground.
Wei'er hastily climbed over Luo Xi's body.
"Luo Xi, how are you?"
Luo Xi's voice was hoarse as he replied, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine. How about you?"
"I'm fine too..."
"Fine? Look at your hand!"
"..."
Luo Xi saw his palm dissolving into golden specks of light continuously.
He finally realized that the miraculous strength from that strike not only fended off a real Evil God but also drained all his strength and even his soul.
If he died here, then it was truly over.
Resurrection rights only worked in the Dream world.
The Damn Text wasn't here either.
After Luo Xi regained consciousness, he had screamed Damn Text in his mind, even calling it big brother several times.