"Will you kill yourself, or will you kill yourself?" Su Hang said as he stared at Wu Mei.
On their side were Yang Jian, Qiong Xiao, Bixiao, the Heaven Devouring Python, the Changkong Crane, and Madam An Lina—six mighty experts.
As for Wu Mei's side, only two Quasi-Saint underlings remained, both injured and radiating an aura of decay.
"You're too arrogant. Until the end, victory and defeat are uncertain," Wu Mei said, her eyes filled with resolute determination.
Demonic Qi rolled within her, emitting an intense aura ready to explode.
"If we're to die, we'll all die together. We, the scions of the Divine Sect, have never feared death," Wu Mei said, her voice heavy with sorrow and rage.
"Better to be shattered jade than intact pottery, all of you go to hell," the other two Quasi-Saint Demonic Monsters determined to self-destruct as well, their Demonic Qi churning violently inside them.
Su Hang and his companions cautiously retreated.
