"Spare, spare me, I don't want to die, I beg you to let me go."
"Ah ah ah!"
In the laboratory, the screams and pleas for mercy from the Burning Angel echoed alternately.
Gu Zhiqi's eyes looked lazy and indifferent, unchanged from beginning to end, standing before the Burning Angel, watching his suffering.
The Wisdom Angel was already scared out of his wits. If not for being immobilized, he would surely be trembling all over, standing aside by now.
"Boom!"
One of the Burning Angel's feet was completely corroded by the Corpse Dissolving Water, and the Burning Angel fell directly to the ground.
Even so, aside from screaming, the Burning Angel still couldn't move.
Seeing him fall to the ground, Gu Zhiqi finally moved, took a few steps to the side, stood by the Burning Angel's head, then squatted down and reached out to remove the mask from the Burning Angel's face.
Beneath the mask was a slightly aging face.
The hair was also graying.
