Even if what Wang Dadong said was true, even if Hell was framed, it was Hell who killed thousands of Phantom's people.
This is a deep-seated hatred. How could Chen Ke possibly let him go?
Wang Dadong already felt Chen Ke's fingers entering his chest cavity, just one more centimeter forward, and she would reach his heart.
Is he really going to die?
Die because of his temporary lapse in judgment?
Just as Chen Ke was about to dig out Wang Dadong's heart, she suddenly released him, painfully closing her eyes and sobbing, "But what good would it do if I killed you? My deceased sisters can never come back to life..."
Wang Dadong's forehead was covered in sweat; he had never felt so close to the God of Death.
In the past, he always felt there was hope to survive, and he never gave up hope, but just now, he had given up himself.
He just didn't expect that Chen Ke ultimately didn't take action.
Perhaps because too much time had passed, the hatred had gradually faded.
