บท 1732: The Final Battle (5)

Gu Ruoyun did not notice the peculiarity in Zixie's words. She only nodded and replied, "I understand. Zixie, don't worry, I won't let you leave! We must all survive this!"

Just as Zixie was about to reply, Cang Ming's cold and arrogant voice chimed in from up ahead. His voice was full of contempt as he spoke with disdain, "Are you finished with your last words? If you're done, it's time for you to leave the world of the living!"

The black-robed man glared at Qianbei Ye coldly. The corners of his lips were curled into a scornful smile as he said, "Qianbei Ye, our battle has dragged on for more than ten thousand years. It's now time to put an end to it. I've said it before that only one of us can live!"

Gu Ruoyun fell silent when she heard the man's words which dripped with hatred. She asked, "Since you believe that our death is certain, may I ask you something?"