And they were merely lambs awaiting slaughter.
"This farce... must end!!!"
Ji Wuying's eyes were bloodshot, hair disheveled, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, he howled frenziedly as if possessed.
He fiercely bit the tip of his tongue, spraying a mouthful of blood onto the longsword in his hand.
The sword's blade instantly erupted with a sinister blood-red light, its aura climbing frantically.
He was about to employ a life-or-death secret technique to forcibly tear open this cursed domain!
Ji Wuhen and Ji Wufeng also roared simultaneously, their Qi Blood boiling as if burning, clearly ready to fight to the death!
Yet, in the face of the trio's impending last madness.
Fang Qingyu, wrapped in Shenxiao, his cold golden pupils finally swept over with a faint trace of indifference.
He nodded slightly, his voice traveled through the Thunder, chillingly calm:
"Indeed."
"This farce... must end."
At the moment the word "end" fell.
