At this moment, Zhong Cuo was heavily injured once again, with no chance to escape.
"No..."
Facing Brother Cheng's relentless pursuit, this Child of the Plane finally felt the danger of losing his life for the first time.
The previous calmness had long vanished.
"No, you can't kill me!"
"If you kill me, you'll regret it!"
Brother Cheng had a mocking expression, what nonsense are you spouting?
Anyone whom he decides to kill has never been spared.
Another sword strike fell, and Zhong Cuo, exhausted from fleeing, appeared panicked and disheveled.
"I am one with the World Origin of the Profound Realm, sharing its fate in glory and in peril!"
"If you kill me, you kill the World Origin of the Profound Realm!"
These words actually made Brother Cheng pause slightly.
"What do you mean?"
He had never seen this so-called World Origin, more so, it existed only in imagination.
He never thought this thing could be killed.
