This lad, gravely injured, still dreams of making a getaway from me? This is nothing but delusional folly.
Thinking this, a cold arc formed on the corner of the black-robed elder's mouth.
Liu Zheng lay on the ground, his body involuntarily twitching a couple of times.
Although he had just narrowly escaped the black-robed elder's attack, he had also suffered a backlash that left him with numerous internal injuries.
However, he harbored not the slightest thought of giving up. His gaze was fixed on the black-robed elder as he pondered how to free himself from the latter's clutches.
Seeing that Liu Zheng remained silent, the elder felt a surge of irritation, and his eyes glinted menacingly, "Do you really think that with your meager strength, you can escape my control?"
