Facing Fang Wang's palm, Ji Rutian once again felt the suffocating feeling he had long missed. He had never been timid, no matter how strong the enemy, but only in the face of Fang Wang did he find it truly difficult to muster his courage.
Ji Rutian gritted his teeth, and suddenly, with a hysterical roar, he shouted, "Fang Wang! Why won't you let me go? From Xuanzu's World to this Qi Yun's World, why are you everywhere?"
"You steal my fate, snatch my life, now only I remain of the Ji Family, and still, you refuse to let me go. If that's the case, then kill if you must, why demean me!"
At this moment, Ji Rutian resembled a lion at the end of its road, angry and in despair, causing Duan Tian to zone out.
He had never seen Ji Rutian so desperate.
Was there really no chance for survival?
That was what Duan Tian thought to himself, and he couldn't help but look at Fang Wang, whose profile was so cold, his white robe fluttering, revealing an immortal's grace.