"If you're going to die anyway, what's the point in holding your breath?" He let go and breathed freely, no matter if the air was poisoned or not—he just wanted to take a satisfying breath for once. Ever since stepping into the Divine Fire Domain, his body had felt stifled.
Crunch! The shards of rock shot towards Li Hongjiu's face, stinging his cheek.
At the critical moment, the knife's tip shifted slightly, stabbing beside his neck instead. The blade pressed against his throat but didn't continue cutting.
Having already given up resistance, he'd closed his eyes, waiting for the imagined consequences. Yet, contrary to his expectations, he clearly felt the oppressive force withdraw. Then, something seemed to press against his body.
He tried to sense what was happening—there was no blood spilling out. He wasn't dead. He hadn't been killed?
