Chu Ge coldly walked in front of Gao Weijie, looked down at him condescendingly, and sneered, "Gao Weijie, you lost."
Gao Weijie stubbornly glared at Chu Ge. He lost? How could he have lost? How could he possibly lose!
He cannot lose!!!
"Chu Ge! Even if I die today, I'll go down fighting with you!"
Gao Weijie desperately tried to stand up from the ground, but his wound had been stabbed too deeply by Chu Ge, he had lost too much blood, and was completely powerless.
"Stop your pointless struggle. Today is the day you die!"
Chu Ge slowly approached, with each step he took, Gao Weijie retreated a step, leaving a trail of blood where his body dragged.
Unwilling to give up, Gao Weijie raised the Demon Sword, attempting one last struggle, while beside him, the companions he brought along were falling one after another.
From a distance came the sounds of Lin Dong and Lin Zhao tallying.
"I've killed thirteen, how about you?"
Lin Dong shouted loudly.
