Gu Xijiu said with an icy tone as she gasped, "You're the loser…"
Mo Zhao's eyeballs were moving uncontrollably as he glared at Gu Xijiu angrily. He seemed to want to say something, but all that could she could hear was a strange sound in his throat; he did not manage to say anything in the end.
He slumped on the ground helplessly; his gaze was filled with sympathy and sadness… He was dead!
The flexible rope was indeed a unique weapon which had a powerful effect of purification. It killed Mo Zhao's physical body as well as his souls.
Gu Xijiu stumbled forward, and her body also slumped on the snow. Almost the same time, the wizardry barrier had finally cracked. Di Fuyi rushed in and carried her. "Xijiu!"
It would be fine! She would be fine! She has killed Mo Zhao, and there was only an injury on her chest. He could save her! She would be fine!
