Even in the depths of his unwillingness, Zhang Yunhong still wrung out every last scrap of strength he had. Even if it meant tearing his own wounds open wider by force, he finally saw his own condition clearly. And in the instant of death, he at last understood where his worry had truly come from.
So it turned out that his greatest crisis had never come from some possible obstruction outside, but from within his own body. Someone had long since tampered with him, and he had never known.
So no matter how fast he fled, no matter how impressive the defenses he laid down were, his most fragile interior had already become a mass of rotten stuffing. His death had long been decided, irreversible!
He finally understood just how vicious his enemy was. The sinister schemes he usually prided himself on could not compare to the other party at all. It was just that, in the end, he still failed to voice all his unwillingness before, all at once, every trace of life left him!
Just as Zhang Yunhong's fat, silkworm-cocoon-like body was plummeting downward, white light flashed through the air. Qianji had already brought Ding Shuying flying over. Sensing with her divine sense that the obese body had completely lost all life, the anger in Ding Shuying's eyes was slowly fading.
At that moment, several spirit-storage and storage rings flew out from Zhang Yunhong's body. At the same time, the black cocoon magic treasure on the surface of Zhang Yunhong's body, having lost its master's spell control, turned into a gray cocoon skin that drifted with the wind.
Then a force appeared out of thin air, swept across in a roll, and in the next instant, all of it flew before Ding Shuying.
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