"It remains to be seen just who will die today."
Chen Han's words immediately sent the Third Elder into a complete rage. He never imagined that this little bastard would dare to mock him right before his death.
At this thought, the Third Elder narrowed his eyes, a vicious look appearing on his face.
"Die!"
The Third Elder thrust out a claw.
The ruthless talons instantly tore through the air. This strike even seemed to cross the void, sweeping toward Chen Han with reckless abandon.
Beneath the attack, a boundless, fierce wind howled madly, and all the fallen leaves in the forest were swept up into the sky.
This claw was practically corporeal, forming a massive claw that clawed at Chen Han's head without restraint. In the next moment, perhaps, Chen Han's head would be crushed like a watermelon.
The Third Elder began to laugh smugly.
It was as if he could already see the image of Chen Han dying a horrible death at his hands, blood flowing everywhere.
