If both of those two die as well, there would truly be no hope.
"You're courting death!" The Death God roared in peculiar fury, increasing the intensity of his torment on Wang Shuqi.
"Is that it? Is that it?"
"Damn, are you even trying?"
"Ouch, you hurt me, but it's not much. Similar to a mosquito bite."
"Ah, I can't even die if I want to, how pathetic. You're so weird, you're more like a rat."
Instantly, all sorts of clamor came from Wang Shuqi, infuriating Death and maxing out his hate meter.
Zhang Jun and Wu Jun could only stare at this unfolding scene, dumbfounded and at a loss for words.
"Ah." But soon, Zhang Jun let out a sigh.
Drawing aggro, in the end, didn't mean much.
After all, if Death wanted to kill him and Wu Jun, it would be a piece of cake.
As for Wang Shuqi, although Death couldn't break his defense, if he calmed down, he would still find ways to torment him.
The best outcome would be Wang Shuqi surviving alone due to his monstrous defense.
