That already pale face lost all color in an instant.
For the first time, a hint of confusion appeared clearly in her clear red eyes.
She was not afraid of death.
But she was indeed... afraid of dragging him down.
The man in the suit looked at Jiang Wei's somewhat bewildered expression and smiled.
He softened his tone, full of temptation:
"But... I have a way to save you."
Jiang Wei's body suddenly went rigid.
Suspended in the air, the attack completely stopped.
The man in the suit smiled warmly, gently coaxing: "Not only do you not have to die, Fang Qingyu doesn't have to die either. How about it? Want to consider cooperating with me? We can..."
His words were abruptly cut off.
Because at this moment...
BOOM!!
A pure and extreme golden Shenxiao Thunder tore through the pervasive smoke without warning.
Like a judgment spear descending from the nine heavens, carrying the wrath to rend all things, it fiercely struck right above the man in the suit's head!
