The mysterious figure looked at Jin Zhulong with a very strange expression, as if mocking, yet also like pitying.
"What if I say that the one who barely escaped from my hand did so because I allowed it?" the mysterious figure said.
Jin Zhulong snorted lightly, "Spare me such words, they only make me want to laugh."
The mysterious figure's silhouette gradually darkened; after all, he had taken Jin Zhulong's fatal sword, and now he was on the brink of death, unable to persist any longer.
"You don't want to die, and neither do I, but between us, only one can survive. So I can only let you die to keep myself alive. After all, this world originally belongs to me." The mysterious figure spoke without joy or sorrow.
Jin Zhulong frowned, immediately slashing his sword, completely annihilating the mysterious figure.
The latter's silhouette dispersed, eventually vanishing into the void of the world.
