"Wu'er!"
Lin Shanhai caught Lin Wu with one grasp, staring at Lin Wu, who had a bloody hole on his forehead, and shouted with a face full of grief and indignation.
"Don't worry, he won't die yet, but his soul origin has been injured. I'm afraid he won't live long either."
Xu Nian looked at Lin Shanhai's grief-stricken face and smiled as he spoke.
In fact, he had the ability to kill with that strike just now, but he didn't deliver a fatal blow.
Hasn't Lin Wu always been so arrogant?
He wanted him to personally experience the despair when all his pride was shattered.
At this moment, Lin Wu's head was in a daze, slowly regaining clarity from his confusion.
However, the severe pain in his head had already stripped him of his fighting spirit.
If he forced himself to fight again, his soul would directly shatter and perish.
At this moment, he looked at Xu Nian in the distance, his eyes filled with intense shock and unwillingness.
