"Sorry for dragging you into this," Huai Yi said, watching the figure grow fainter. His lips trembled. He didn't know whether that guy might have had a chance to escape if he'd chosen to abandon him from the start.
He truly hoped that was the case.
It would have been better than both of them dying here.
But the reality was that the phantom, knocked to the ground once more, struggled back to its feet. As if sensing Huai Yi's thoughts, it turned to look at him. The indistinct features on its face somehow revealed a distinctly human emotion, as though it were saying goodbye.
With one final impact, Huai Yi's connection to it was severed.
At that moment, a sudden pain struck his heart, as if a piece of him had been torn away. Images flashed through his mind: Jiang Cheng carrying the wobbling table lamp, his back as he resolutely went back to save Wu Shi.
And on the edge of a cliff on Ga Wu Zhang De Snow Mountain, Wu crouching down and reaching out a hand to Jiang Cheng.
The door was indeed a curse, but there were those who sought redemption within the curse.
In that instant, he understood everything. Unfortunately, it was too late.
Halson was already standing before him. His bluish hand shot out and seized Huai Yi by the throat, lifting him and slamming him against the wall. Huai Yi's feet dangled off the ground; he didn't even have the strength to struggle.
His face twisted with pain, but his eyes, fixed on Halson, held a mocking smile. He might die, but in the end, they had still won this game.
Brother Jiang and Brother Fugui would leave here alive and return to their small but cozy studio. Their lives would go