"Meow!"
As expected, the Black Cat was once again kicked away, this time slammed hard against the wall, sliding down like a ragged mop, blood oozing from its mouth, twitching a few times before losing its vitality.
"Mao Mao!" Xiao Hua wanted to check on the Black Cat, but was grabbed by Wu Jie.
"Don't worry, it's just dead..." Wu Jie said, letting out a laughter that sent chills down the spine.
Xiao Hua tried to struggle free, but the difference in strength was too great, leaving her as helpless as a fish on the chopping board.
"Soon, that will be your fate too."
Xiao Hua turned towards the voice, seeing Cen Lizhui standing at the alley entrance, his silhouette against the light resembling a god descending to the world.
Wu Jie sighed deeply, "Why does everyone like to come courting death?"
He had witnessed that previous Tribulation; if it was before, Cen Lizhui might have been able to fight him, but now Cen Lizhui seemed to be running on empty.
