"I must kill you!"
Zhou Han tried to reattach his severed hand to his wrist, but a broken hand is not something that can be easily joined back together.
After his fruitless attempts, Zhou Han raised his head, his blood-red pupils staring at Lin Chen with a deep-seated hatred.
"But before that, I'll make you taste the bitterness of losing your friends."
Zhou Han looked at Lin Wan'er and the others behind Lin Chen, his demeanor seeming maniacal.
He had originally planned this from the moment he left the spiritual realm; his mood was already foul, so he wanted to vent by troubling Lin Chen. He did not expect things to turn out this way...
Despite the circumstances, Zhou Han showed no signs of reflection. Even in his dire situation now, his eyes revealed a ferocious gleam, as if memorizing everyone present.
"Unfortunately for you, you might not get that chance."
