Black Bear struggled to raise his eyelids, looking toward the dim and lightless front.
"It's you... Brother Fang... we... we are quite fated..."
He squeezed out a hearty smile with his last bit of strength, and the head that had been lifted for so long finally fell powerlessly.
"Alas..." Chu Ming walked up to Black Bear and sighed.
He was still too late.
Before arriving at the entrance of the Teng Family Manor, he had already sensed the critically wounded Black Bear through the Sword Gourd Spirit.
It took only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea to kill his way here from the manor entrance.
Yet, he was ultimately too late.
Perhaps if Chu Ming hadn't appeared, Black Bear could have held on, continuing to entangle with Teng Hua.
But when Black Bear saw his enemy being blasted away, the only obsession in his heart was released, and thus his last breath was relinquished.
After laying down Black Bear's corpse, Chu Ming found a complete set of clothes to wrap it up.
