If it weren't for these two severely injuring Li Weiliang earlier, almost putting her to death, these two insignificant ants wouldn't have attracted any of his attention.
Wang Ce's agonized scream twisting in the Tribulation Fire, Mo Yuan's panicked and embarrassed figure fleeing under the bombardment of the Holy Thunder, did not give him any pleasure, because he knew that the true culprit today was another.
Lin Rui once again cast his gaze towards Li Weiliang, and the ice-cold indifference in his eyes seemed to quietly melt slightly.
Memories of his childhood emerged in his mind, stirring an indescribable emotion in his heart.
Most of Lin Rui's childhood memories had become vague and indistinguishable, like a dream intertwining reality and illusion, but his memories of his parents were exceptionally clear, as if from yesterday.
At this moment, Li Weiliang's pale face, shattered battle armor, and the residual foreign Primordial Qi in her body made his heart tighten.
