At this moment, the world in Deng Yutang's eyes seemed like a slow-motion scene.
Deng Yuxiang, coughing up blood.
The Night-slaying Great Saber, desperately pushing its master, trying to flee.
And the plummeting North Wind Divine Blade...
Deng Yutang was distraught, his body weakening.
Am I going to die?
Is my kin going to perish under this blade?
Bai Manni clutched her boyfriend tightly, eyes closed, not daring to watch.
"Lu..." Hu Jiaojiao stepped forward, her expression a mix of fear and joy.
For a moment, she truly thought it was time to collect her best friend's body.
Outmatched in skill, nothing much to say.
But Hu Jiaojiao couldn't help feeling sorrow, even a trace of resentment.
Why?
Why fight to the last breath, why not surrender?
Her grandfather had just said: In this world, there always are those who would rather die than submit.
Why bother?
Is anything really that important compared to life?
Really that... sigh, perhaps.
