C1613 Hallucination?

Putong

immortal God slumped to the ground. If it was the past, he would be able to speak a few words in a relaxed manner.

An ant, too weak, pitifully weak.

Death is a relief for people like you.

However, right now, he couldn't even speak. A pained feeling filled his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

He was clearly a saint who didn't even need to breathe