I could hardly believe everything that had happened.
It must be a ghost.
This must be hell, they must be ghosts.
The man's pale slender fingers gradually tightened, and the black, invisible large hand that was gripping Jun Wuyang's neck also slowly tightened.
Jun Wuyang's pale face began to turn purplish-red due to suffocation; his vision fading in and out, yet he could only hang like a corpse all this time.
He had no strength left to struggle or resist, not even enough to kick his legs or make a sound.
Death was closing in, and the suffocating despair filled Jun Wuyang with immense fear.
"Are you scared, Desperate?"
The man's sinister eyes coldly stared at Jun Wuyang.
Jun Wuyang looked down at the man's face on the ground, engulfed by despair and fear.
His brain had completely shut down, unable to even think.
"Today, I will tear your body into thousands of pieces, grind your three souls and seven Soul Fragments to dust, ensuring you never transcend death."
