The thought solidified in Feng Zheng's mind, and he grew ever more certain.
At that moment, Shen Bai hovered high in the sky but had not yet delivered the killing blow to Wang Tianxing.
Shen Bai held Wang Tianxing by the throat. His body was completely immobilized, yet he still struggled with frantic desperation. "I've lost. I've lost! Just kill me. It's just as they say: to the victor go the spoils."
He couldn't accept how terrifyingly powerful Shen Bai was, but it was reality—an outcome that couldn't be changed, no matter how hard he fought.
Winner takes all.
Now, Wang Tianxing only wished for death.
Shen Bai stroked his chin. "Tell me how to open the Netherworld," he said. "And how you found this Netherworld Fragment."
Wang Tianxing paused, looking at Shen Bai in confusion. "What are you planning?"
