Holding onto a Straw of Hope

Despair filled Viviani's heart and she had no energy left. The Sacred Light Blood Art was a forbidden art that caused harm to her body. Let alone do anything now, she wasn't able to use any power for the next three days. There was so little energy that she was currently physically weak. At this moment, even an ordinary person was enough to ender life, let alone one of the experts of Savage Mammoth.

A look of hatred covered Wang Rui's face as he saw the ghastly pale Viviani thrown onto the deck of the cargo ship. He stood beside Qingcheng Mountain's old man for a long time in silence. At the same time, there was a smile blooming on Viviani's face, followed by the shape of her mouth that spoke 'thank you'.

"Damn bastard!"

Wang Rui clenched his fist as this was the second time he felt powerless, aside from the first time when he got defeated by Tang Xiu's subordinate in Saipan.