He refused to accept it.
He was seething with resentment.
Ji Lin had never imagined it would end like this. He thought he would be the one to kill Long Ao, but what had happened instead?
Not only had he failed to kill Long Ao, but he'd lost an arm in the process.
It was an agonizingly bitter pill to swallow.
Setting aside the pain of his severed arm, the humiliation alone was absolute.
He was, after all, a mighty Semi-Saint Martial Artist. The three great forces had deployed a total of three Semi-Saints this time, but even so, their opponent had managed to kill two Demigods and sever his own arm.
'Is this really happening?'
Even now, Ji Lin could scarcely believe it was real.
"Ji Lin, you're not getting away today."
Ji Lin, who had been just about to stop and rest, jumped in fright when he heard the shout from behind him.
