"No..."
Shang Tianfeng suddenly panicked. He felt death drawing closer and closer. He tried with all his might to break free from Ghost Shadow's embrace but found it futile. At this moment, Ghost Shadow was like a lock, binding him completely.
"Let me go! Let me go! No, please, I'm begging you, let me go..." Shang Tianfeng begged frantically, terrified.
Ghost Shadow paid him no heed. He could clearly feel his own life force combusting—everything was burning.
Self-detonation is imminent! Almost time! Brothers, don't go on too far ahead! I'm coming!
"Ghost Shadow, you're being too rash!"
Just then, a familiar voice, one that brought tears to Ghost Shadow's eyes, rang out from behind him. A hand landed on his shoulder, and instantly, the self-combustion process halted.
Shang Tianfeng felt Ghost Shadow's grip on him suddenly go limp and weak. Seizing the opportunity, he tore himself free and scrambled five meters away.
"I'm saved! Haha, I'm saved..." Shang Tianfeng laughed madly.
