"Wait a minute, I'm really not joking!"
When Fu Qian pinched Ji Yicheng's head and lifted him up, Ji Yicheng's fear almost became tangible.
Although he wasn't sure why, that horrific impact had directly plunged him into a state of chaos, causing him to lose several abilities.
While this didn't mean he had completely lost his fighting capacity, Fu Qian's performance along the way had utterly stripped him of the courage to fight to the death. All he wanted was to grasp at the last straw that could save his life.
"Believe me, Ailina is right here in these ruins!"
"And I can feel it; her mental state is extremely unstable. If you kill me, there'll be no one left to help her."
"Is that so?"
Fu Qian didn't look at him but instead cast his gaze back at the empty room behind him, contemplative.
Perhaps it was because there had been a recent outburst, but the oppressive feeling of being cleansed seemed to have weakened a bit.
But without a doubt, that one had not yet left the place.
