"Ah——"
"Ah——"
"Ah——"
Ling Wudeng spread his arms wide, veins bulging, eyes nearly popping out, howling at the sky.
The miserable, piercing sound echoed through the skies, shaking the vast earth.
Yet Lin Fan remained cold and unfeeling.
"Lin Fan!"
"Lin Fan!"
Ling Wudeng suddenly glared fiercely at Lin Fan, shouting twice, his deep and hoarse voice sounding as if it came from Hell.
"I will never forgive you! I must kill you! How dare you humiliate me like this! I can't bear it! I can't bear it!"
He opened his bloody mouth wide, roaring furiously like a fiend.
Because.
All he could do now was roar.
He wanted to stand up, but his legs had long since been shattered, rendered useless and unable to move.
So now he could only roar helplessly, venting his anger and dissatisfaction at Lin Fan.
That's all.
"Pitiful, pathetic, lamentable."
Lin Fan said softly, holding the Xuanyuan Sword, walking slowly to Ling Wudeng.
High above, like a god descending.
