This kind of serious injury, if it were an ordinary person, they probably wouldn't last more than a few seconds before dying.
But the fallen Mo Mo was still holding on, struggling to rise to a half-kneeling position.
"Sometimes not resisting is more comfortable... Just get rid of him."
Lai Caisheng waved his hand, and the Miss Gong standing behind him stepped forward a few steps, arriving in front of Mo Mo.
Looking at Mo Mo, the secretary from the Daoist Association slowly raised her palm. She clearly didn't intend to say much to Mo Mo - but evidently, Mo Mo still planned to struggle a bit.
"Your boss, he could have used a bit more strength to kill me directly just now, but he didn't. Instead, he let you do it. Do you know why?"
Miss Gong frowned slightly... behind her, Lai Caisheng was examining the status of the Tianxin Seventy-First Generation but upon hearing this, he turned his head slightly.
