"I've hit the mark," Wild lifted his head, gazing at He Ao, laughing hoarsely with a shiver, "You're—you're scared."
He twisted his body, trying to get up again, but the intense pain struck his body once more, making it nearly impossible for him to summon his strength, each time almost getting up, only to fall down again.
Eventually, after five consecutive attempts, he managed to get up, lifting his head to look ahead at the figure engulfed in flames.
"Are you scared?" He repeated, watching He Ao, his body trembling with a mix of suppression and mockery, "Are you afraid to see your son, afraid to face the reality of your son's death?"
He lifted his steps one by one, slowly moving forward, continuing to approach He Ao, "Though you're seeking revenge, in reality, you're afraid to confront the fact of losing your child in old age."
He lifted his head, looking at He Ao, his neck raised with ridicule and mockery, "In that case, just kill me directly."
