He could feel his heartbeat. Was he still alive?

Mazir slowly opened his eyes. White…

All he saw was White. Pure whiteness. Even more white than snow. His eyes struggled to adapt the color which outshined the lights of the sun.

Was he in heaven?

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Deep in his mind he knew… he was going to die!

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Mazir slowly clenched a blue root of a flower which released a green liquid into a small glass. This wasn’t the first time he had done it, as the glass was half filled with such a liquid.

Finally the small glass’s liquid started to shine. Mazir’s face shone with excitement.”Finally! Now I can temporarily raise my strength enough to face the Mutant Tiger head on! Hehe.” This liquid was a type of medicine called “The Strength of Twenty Elephants”.

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“I’M  A CULTIVATOR DAMMIT!” He roared as he thrust his spear forward with both of his hands. His hands bleed and his eyes turned red. He had used all his power in a single attack!

It was a smart decision by him.

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“Crap,crap,crap,crap,crap,crap…” Mazir muttered “crap”  a hundred times. Was he really going to die?

"It Was OVER"

Mazir’s mind flashed his life a hundred times in less than a second.