hope.

This glimmer of hope was seized by Wu Xiaode.

The killing intent in Wu Xiaode suddenly burst out like a torrent.

——He has waited for this moment of opportunity!

In order to become a Minggui, he had been stabbed in the chest countless times. Not only was he familiar with the situation, but at least he could completely control his body's instinctive reaction.

If the other party fails to restrain himself——

"die!"

The young man drank in a low voice, letting the knife pierce his body inch by inch, and he took long strides and rushed towards Darvill without hesitation.

The wild sword from his waist was drawn out.

A flash of cold light!

Blood flowers splashed all over the ground with the wind.

A human head flew up.

Complete disbelief appeared on Rentou's face, as if he didn't believe his ending at all.

Clang.

Heads fell to the ground.

Wu Xiaode was covered in blood, with a knife stuck in his chest. He barely touched the ground with the sword in his hand, breathing heavily.

He looked up at the vertical star in mid-air.

Shutong made a buzzing sound:

"The battle is over."
Chapter completed!