As Fragile as Dust

Lin Mo widened his eyes at the sudden pain.

Regret, anger, and fear flashed through his eyes.

But more than anything, there was a refusal to accept defeat.

How could he die like this?

His path had been smoother than others, and his talent far surpassed them. Resources were within his easy reach. He still had a chance to shine bright and gain the admiration of others.

Even in the face of death, he should be calmer than others. If he were to die, he would drag his enemy down with him.

He was a genius with numerous resources, and his seniors were all watching him.

Many thoughts ran through Lin Mo's mind.

He spat out blood. His eyes were bloodshot.

He gritted his teeth, grabbed the spear lodged in his chest, and pulled it out.

Blood sprayed out.

His aura began to rise continuously as if it had been accumulating for a long time and was finally breaking through.