White Deer, torn to pieces.
Heart Core, soul shattered.
Ruins... the Ruins are still alive!
Even when Lu Feng brought him out, there was only half a body left, a Hot Blade Kinetic Axe stuck in his forehead, both hands pinned with an Anchor Armor-Piercing Bomb, and an electromagnetic impact rod clamped in his mouth, yet after all this 'eating and taking,' he still had a breath...
And after a shot of spiritual supplement, could even cry out loud.
"Don't, don't hit me anymore, don't hit me!" Wan Wu sobbed, his broken tongue wriggling, struggling to produce a garbled sound: "I'll confess, I'll confess everything... I... I took the money... the one who instructed me is..."
"Shh!"
Ji Jue smiled, patting the dog's head, raised a finger to his lips—don't say anything, no need to explain.
Just feel it with your heart.
Ji Jue was neither interested in nor cared about what he had to say.
