Morsan's face regained confidence.
From his mouth, a low chant emerged:
"Die!"
He wanted to see Wang Ye dead!
Just now, Wang Ye had been relentlessly pursuing him, even pushing him to the brink of despair.
But now, since he had regained the strength to fight back, he was determined to deal with Wang Ye once and for all!
Let you chase!
Chase this!
Kill!
Morsan's face was marked by intense confidence and a thirst for blood, and even though the scene had yet to unfold, Morsan seemed to envision the grisly spectacle of his blood-red scythe cutting Wang Ye in half.
From his mouth, even a strange cackle, "kekeke," escaped.
Bloody yet cold.
Wang Ye watched as Morsan, who had just been fleeing, was now charging directly towards him; Wang Ye was slightly taken aback.
The blood-red scythe, coming at Wang Ye, made him feel a real sense of threat.
No wonder Morsan dared to counterattack.
But... it didn't quite seem like a counterattack.
