"You're not dead?" Black Day blurted out, his expression utterly stunned.
Shafeng, who should have died long ago,
had suddenly climbed back to his feet.
If you weren't dead, couldn't you have just kept lying there and played dead? Why get up and fight everyone to be the first to say your last words? What kind of mindset was that?
Black Day truly could not understand an idiot like Shafeng. If not for the fact that this guy wore an eager expression as he fought to say his last words, Black Day might even have felt a trace of gratitude. After all, in this doomed situation, whoever came forward to share the burden was offering an incomparably precious act of aid... But for a moron who had just awakened from near death after being beaten to the brink, only to eagerly scramble up and fight everyone to say his last words, Black Day simply could not feel moved!
Frost Chill, whose entire body was ablaze, looked at Shafeng before him as though he had seen a ghost.
Godslayer was dumbfounded as well.
Yue Yang, meanwhile, looked like a shrew cursing in the street. One hand on his hip and the other pointing at Ji Wuri, he roared, "You plague-ridden chicken, what do you mean by this? Looking down on me, are you? You found Godslayer a Silk Spider Demon to restrain him, and Black Day a Black Cave Star-Swallowing Netherworld Frog to restrain him. Dawnshine got some drunken muddlebug, and even Frost Chill has a battle beast that transforms ice fire, buzzing around nonstop like an annoying fly, specially made to restrain him. But I have nothing at all! You're looking down on me way too much! I refuse to accept this! You have to bring out a battle beast