"Young man, why aren't you running anymore?" Luo Ying panted heavily, his body exhausted from running at high speeds for hundreds of miles. Even his formidable strength couldn't prevent fatigue when he was left with only his prenatal energy.
Finally, he had caught up with the young man. Luo Ying glared fiercely at Chu Mo, who was less than a hundred zhang away. Under the night sky, the young man leaned against a massive ancient tree, his eyes radiated a chilling glare as he watched Luo Ying.
"You've reached a dead-end, haven't you?" Luo Ying did not need to look to know what lay behind Chu Mo. "You're backed against a cliff, aren't you?"
Chu Mo remained silent, only continuing to watch Luo Ying coldly.
Luo Ying glared at his recently regenerated right arm, spat forcefully onto the ground and ground out between gritted teeth, "Trash, today will be your last day in this world. Any final words to say?"
As he spoke, Luo Ying felt a faint throbbing pain in his right arm.
