Wen Daolin gritted his teeth. His scholar's apparition was also slowly fading away. This meant that he was getting closer and closer to failure. After the disappointment, there was only one fate for him, and that was death.
Wen Daolin looked at Zhao Hai, whose face was covered by the mask. He couldn't see Zhao Hai's expression, but he could feel the cold killing intent from Zhao Hai's eyes. Wen Daolin knew that Zhao Hai would not let him go. Thinking of this, Wen Daolin gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, " "Wait, I have something to say."
His words did have some effect. Once Zhao Hai withdrew his spear and stopped, Wen Daolin could not help but let out a long breath. Just as he was about to carry out his plan, the long spear in Zhao Hai's hand suddenly flew out and pierced through the scholar's shadow on his body, stabbing into his chest.
