A fanatic struggling on his deathbed was often the craziest and most terrifying.
They wouldn't give up until they achieved their goals, and if the situation was slightly off, they would dare to risk their lives.
There was still a chance to fight, otherwise, it would be difficult to escape death.
However, even a Mad Bear could not resist the restraints of the cage, especially when it entered the cage on its own accord for the sake of bait.
Making such a choice was the same as giving up the initiative and having the intention to gamble.
It would be great if he won the bet, but if he lost, he could only blame his own bad luck.
With a loud bang, the white-haired cultivator launched another attack, trying to break through the thin wooden gate.
This was the only entrance and the only place to break through. It was like pulling out the cork of a bottle.
"Open it, quickly open it! Open it for this old man!"
