Under the control of the mysterious woman, Fang Xiaocao's Spirit Hammer rapidly shot towards her.
No matter how Fang Xiaocao tried to regain control of the Spirit Hammer, it was to no avail.
She wanted to dodge, but to her horror, she found she had already been locked onto by the Spirit Hammer.
No matter if she fled to the horizon, she could not escape the Spirit Hammer.
As the Spirit Hammer approached closer and closer, Fang Xiaocao showed a desperate expression.
Having mingled in the Jianghu and participated in the bloody storms of the Jianghu, she had long prepared herself for death.
She had also imagined her own death more than once.
But dying under her most proud move was something she could never have conceived.
She hadn't even dreamed such an absurd dream.
Fang Xiaocao stood in place, waiting for death to arrive.
At this moment, in her heart, she wasn't thinking about herself dying.
