2042 Han Rong’s Death

The wounds on his body increased one after another. He escaped death from each lethal blow that hit him again and again, and it frightened him greatly. Damn Feng Jiu seemed intent to kill with every move, but yet each move seemed to hurt him and not take his life. She was toying with him like a monkey. Was she going to watch him bleed to death? Was she torturing him before he died?

Damn it, he will never know what her intentions were!

He thought to himself fiercely, since the Blood Demon and the others were not going to save him, then even if he died, he had to pull Feng Jiu down with him!

As he thought of his, he gritted his teeth and gathered all the spiritual energy in his body as he prepared to fight Feng Jiu with all his strength! 

However, Feng Jiu seemed to have seen through his intentions, and before he had the chance to attack, she had already swept forward with a dagger in her palm that flicked towards his throat with a swoosh.

"Swish!"