"You... you..."
Rong Linyu gritted his teeth, unable to utter another word for a long time.
He quickly averted his gaze, looking towards the pile of fragments beside him, struggling to rise but unable to muster any strength.
Mu Qian said, "Are you still looking for something? That bug has long been dead."
Upon hearing this, Rong Linyu spat out another mouthful of blood, his eyes wide open like a bull's, his body beginning to convulse incessantly. The elder nearby, seeing this, clearly understood that Rong Linyu was beyond saving. With only him and a female charm left, there was no chance of winning, so he immediately abandoned them and fled into the darkness.
Mu Qian sneered, "Thinking of fleeing now? It's too late."
A powerful force, accompanied by his voice, struck at the elder's back.
