For some reason, Tu Qianqiu felt a flicker of disappointment.
But Shen Qingfeng, his eyes still closed, had a faint smile playing on his lips.
"He's still human."
And humans can be worn down.
Even someone as terrifying as Fang Shuwen would eventually grow weary.
The reason Night Rain Tower had come out in full force, with so many people, was to throw lives at him until he broke.
They would spare no effort, use every means possible, to kill Fang Shuwen.
Now, it seemed they were not far from achieving that goal.
"Then... we'll keep waiting."
Tu Qianqiu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the red glow in his eyes.
They waited for the time it takes for an entire stick of incense to burn.
And still, Fang Shuwen remained Fang Shuwen. His body was stained with so much blood that even the downpour couldn't wash it clean. The killing intent radiating from him was like a blood-red sun.
