Five hundred years passed by in a blink of an eye, and Yan Zheng returned to that rainy night.
The weak young man is no more, and the reborn devil walks the world.
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"Hehehe... Why am I back?" Yan Zheng held the incoming weapon in his hand.
Blood spilled along his arm, the boy was careless.
"But what about the countdown that keeps beating in front of me?"
