Although Little Pillow really wanted to grit its teeth and climb up from the ground once more.
However, it couldn't do it.
Under such fatal injuries.
Little Pillow felt as if its body no longer belonged to it.
The feeling of helplessness and weakness permeated its entire being.
Little Pillow bit its teeth hard, producing a grinding sound, almost biting through them.
But it still couldn't get up from the ground, and could only lie there, unable to move.
It had been defeated.
Defeated by the nine Heavenly Rank experts all the same.
The strength of those nine Heavenly Rank experts was suffocatingly despairing.
It knew that it was doomed to die today.
Even if it weren't killed by its injuries, Zhao Kunpeng would definitely not let it go.
So today, it's guaranteed death.
However, it wasn't afraid of death.
It just felt a bit unwilling.
Because, dying without avenging Chen Feng left it feeling truly discontented.
But in this world.
Everything is based on strength.
