Seeing Ning Fan look at himself, Liu Yangde shook all over, struggling to retreat backward.
Even with the Witch God descending, Ning Fan had struck him down, making him flee like a stray dog, leaving Liu Yangde in complete despair.
He couldn't understand who Ning Fan was, how even deities stood no chance against him.
"Move one more inch, and do you believe I could kill you?"
Ning Fan's indifferent voice arose as he stepped towards Liu Yangde.
As Ning Fan drew closer step by step, even without releasing the slightest bit of his aura, he made Liu Yangde feel as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Liu Yangde dared not make any further moves, using his last bit of strength to kneel directly before Ning Fan.
"Spare me... I don't want to die..."
"I beg you, please don't kill me..."
The voice even carried a hint of a sob, showing just how fearful he was of death.
