Zhu Dahe lay under Gao Fei's foot, his expression fierce, as he looked up to the sky and roared furiously, cursing the heavens for their injustice.
In the distance, the temple and the huge tower continued to struggle fiercely, evenly matched and fighting desperately.
"Enough with the howling," Gao Fei kicked Zhu Dahe: "Spit it out, what exactly is going on!"
"Humph!" Zhu Dahe turned his head away: "If you have the guts, just kill me; I won't say anything."
"Oh dear! Someone's got a temper," Gao Fei sneered: "I've seen plenty like you, tough on the surface but actually terrified of death, turn into cowards the moment they get scared."
"You can try!" Zhu Dahe said stiffly: "See if I'll buckle!"
"Alright, let's try." Gao Fei lifted his foot, his toe pointed at Zhu Dahe's groin, and said with a grin: "What do you think will happen if I kick down? Will your darling jewels burst? What would that feel like? Must be ecstasy, huh?"
