"Killing me won't be that easy."
Ethan gritted his teeth. "Even if I'm no match for you, you still can't keep me here."
With that,
his figure vanished.
It gradually melded into the darkness behind him.
"Trying to run?"
Jiang Qiao grabbed an iron shovel from beside the door and hurled it viciously.
Stove Fire flew everywhere.
The darkness was instantly ignited!
The next moment,
Ethan was knocked out of the void.
But the instant he landed,
his figure twisted again, and he abruptly appeared beside Jiang Qiao. Ethan had become extraordinarily eerie. His entire body was deathly pale, and countless arms extended from behind him like spider legs.
His whole appearance had changed completely.
Countless arms, layered over one another, suddenly wrapped around Jiang Qiao, continuously covering him.
As they embraced him,
faint cracks began appearing across Jiang Qiao's body.
At the same time, a black thing resembling an afterimage was seized by the palms and dragged out of his body.
"I see."
"You didn't run. You chose to fight me to the death."
Blood flowed.
He was wounded.
"No."
"I had planned to run, but you actually managed to intercept me precisely. I had no choice but to risk everything against you!" Ethan said with a savage expression. "Either you die, or I do..."
He really had wanted to run.
But that shovel from Jiang Qiao had directly struck his path.
The flames surged,
forcing him out.
The high heels beneath his feet had robbed him of the confidence to flee for the first time. His opponent could even sever such an incredible supernatural object, so what meaning did his escape attempt have?
If he could sever it once,
he could do it a second time, a third time...
So the instant he landed,
he decisively chose to