You Huahui spat out mouthfuls of blood, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Xue An in the distance.
At this moment, his entire body was twisted and grotesque, like a ragdoll played to ruin by a mischievous child.
He could feel his life force rapidly draining away, once again smelling the scent of death.
"Still resisting?" Xue An asked lightly.
"Heh heh." You Huahui suddenly let out a strange laugh, coughing up blood as he did, then wiped it forcefully.
"Xue, don't think that I'll beg for mercy just because of this. If you have the guts, kill me now! Once I die, the arrangements I made before will immediately take effect, and then your whereabouts will be known throughout The Multiverse! I don't need to tell you how serious that consequence is, do I?"
At this, You Huahui laughed heartily, arrogance and crazed defiance in his voice.
He was confident that Xue An wouldn't dare risk exposing himself by killing him.
This was his trump card for survival.
