Wen Miner's face was expressionless, her eyes exceptionally clear.
As she spoke, the sword in her hand once again ripped out fiercely. Blood gushed out. "What a pity, you didn't grasp the opportunity."
"Miner... you..."
Ning Shan's eyes slowly lost focus. The sword thrust she had just received contained a terrifying divine soul attack. Her divine soul, pierced by the sword, was already beginning to disperse.
She understood. Wen Miner had been scheming all along for a full-powered strike. And indeed, she had also given her a chance. But... that chance was almost as good as none.
"Senior Sister, if you have any last words, feel free to speak them to me." Wen Miner stepped forward with determination, her eyelids drooping, and she spoke with indifference.
"Miner... I..." Ning Shan just shook her head, her gaze carrying a hint of bitterness. "I... to you... really..."
Before she could finish, her breath entirely dissipated.
