Yang Jian let out a derisive laugh.
"You really are deeply attached to each other."
He shook his head, the force in his hand not easing in the slightest. "But don't forget what I just said. My target has always been the hundred-thousand-year Titan Giant Ape."
"If you keep dragging this out, this little rabbit will die."
Xiao Wu's struggles were growing weaker and weaker. Her eyes were half-open, half-closed, and her consciousness was beginning to blur.
Seeing Xiao Wu like this, Da Ming and Er Ming were overwhelmed by grief and rage.
Er Ming turned to Da Ming, his enormous eyes filled with determination.
"Da Ming, do it!"
Da Ming's body trembled. "No, I can't do it..."
"Hit me!" Er Ming roared. "As long as Sister Xiao Wu can be saved, I'm willing to do anything!"
A trace of struggle flashed through Da Ming's eyes, but in the end, he still could not bring himself to act.
Yang Jian began counting down.
"Three."
A weak, continuous whimper escaped Xiao Wu's throat.
"Two."
With a furious roar, Er Ming raised his thick fist and smashed it into his own chest.
Bang!
With a dull boom, Er Ming's body swayed, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Stop!" Da Ming tried to stop him.
Er Ming did not stop. He threw another punch at his chest.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
One punch after another, each one delivered with all his strength.
His chest caved in, the sound of his ribs breaking clearly audible as blood continuously poured from his mouth.
At last, Er Ming's body could no longer hold on, and he crashed to the ground.
He lay there, barely alive, his enormous eyes fixed on Yang Jian. His voice was weak but resolute.
"Let... Sister Xiao Wu go..."
Yang Jian