The desperate counterattack made before death landed on Lin Zheyu, soft and weak, without even leaving a trace.
Boom!
The fist smashed into Wu Yixuan's chest. That massive fist blasted a hole in his chest, nearly splitting him in half.
"You… you… how… is this… possi… ble…"
Wu Yixuan stared in disbelief at Lin Zheyu, who was slowly emerging, opening and closing his mouth. His eyes were filled with unwillingness and venomous hatred.
Crack!
Lin Zheyu showed a faint smile, reached out to grab Wu Yixuan's head, and with a slight squeeze, the entire skull exploded in an instant.
Whoosh—
The moment Wu Yixuan died, a streak of purple energy shot out from his body and, faster than lightning, burrowed into Lin Zheyu.
Lin Zheyu saw this and wasn't surprised at all. That faint smile remained on his face.
He slowly turned around, a sharp long blade appearing in his hand.
"Here you are!"
Lin Zheyu looked at the distant void and said with a smile.
"You're courting death!"
