His eyes emptied, no longer struggling. Just as Su Heng was about to give up, Xu Hanlin's pained and weak voice came through, "We all deserve to go to hell."
"Really?" Su Heng's lips curled into a smile, "Look at you now. How do you plan to kill me? I could crush you into a pulp with just a thought. What can you possibly do in this state?"
The next moment, the answer was revealed —
The critically injured Xu Hanlin once again employed the Taotie Technique, drawing strength from Su Heng.
Su Heng raised an eyebrow but chose not to stop him. He even actively injected his own strength into Xu Hanlin's body, genuinely curious to see what kind of a trump card Xu Hanlin could still play at this point.
Whoosh!
Xu Hanlin's long hair flew about as he looked up at the sky.
