"Not dead yet?"
Ye Fengsheng's voice had a surprised tone as he spoke.
This person's resilience far exceeded his imagination. Even Ye Fengsheng himself wouldn't have the strength to survive such a severe confrontation. But Master Na Qi did. Saying he wasn't strong would be wrong.
Yet, ultimately, he still lost, and since he lost, he should die.
A hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Ye Fengsheng raised his hand, his fingertips sparkling. Before he could expel the ghost, he suddenly stood up, gawked as Master Qi died below!
The red-eyed Death God fixated on Ye Fengsheng's voice, screaming hysterically.
Under those red-eye gazes, Ye Fengsheng's voice slightly frowned, feeling that kind of madness without any reason.
This wasn't the kind of madness he'd seen before; it was closer to the madness approaching death, a madness that wouldn't let you die peacefully.
"Do you want to drag me down?"
