Xu Yi silently watched William, as time ticked away second by second, and soon three minutes had passed, with William's breath growing weaker.
William's face was full of a pleading look, while Xu Yi remained expressionless.
If Xu Yi rashly tried to save him, that wouldn't be compassion, but foolishness, exposing himself to extreme danger.
Moreover, under these circumstances, he didn't have any good methods to save the other person.
William didn't know Xu Yi's thoughts; he just felt that he was not devout enough, insufficient to move the magnificent being before him.
He had witnessed the true form of the magnificent being, that terrifying shadowy touch.
He wanted to live, he didn't want to die, he looked at William with increasingly devout eyes.
Xu Yi turned his head away, no longer paying attention to William, deciding it would be better to just collect the corpse after the other man died.