"No!" Zhao Shenkong shrieked, his eyes filled with despair and fear of death.
He didn't want to die – he was still young, with a promising future ahead. How could he die here?
But Fang Lin didn't care how horrified or desperate Zhao Shenkong was. His only thought was – kill this bastard.
Just as the massive bone club was about to come crashing down, a beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping both Fang Lin and Zhao Shenkong.
Fang Lin's club was but a hair's breadth from smashing Zhao Shenkong's skull when the white light enveloped him, rendering him completely immobile.
Zhao Shenkong, still frozen in terror and despair, was unable to move, but he felt a huge wave of relief. He wasn't dead yet!
Fang Lin gritted his teeth in frustration. He had almost killed Zhao Shenkong, and he hadn't expected this turn of events. He sighed inwardly, It seems that Zhao Shenkong wasn't destined to die yet.
