Yuan Rong didn't flinch, but he also didn't want to rush towards death.
They've already used every trick in the book yet still couldn't drive him out; continuing the fight would only bring suffering or death.
Moreover, he really couldn't hold on any longer.
Wu Tang's face changed dramatically; he hadn't expected this trap to be even bigger than the last.
Di Liuxin, that bastard, was too devious.
"This couldn't be your idea; you don't have the capability."
With the sudden burst of thunder and wind, Wujiu charged out from the darkness and bombarded Di Liuxin. When Di Liuxin was about to counterattack, Wujiu turned into an afterimage and vanished into the darkness again.
Yet his voice still drifted out slowly.
These intricate details were beyond Di Liuxin's mental scope.
At best, he was just an executor.
"This is definitely the work of your Four Extremes Hall's number two!"
When his voice came out again, he had already appeared on the other side.
