"Ah!!!"
Fu Weiyi screamed in terror, his robust spiritual essence circulating rapidly.
A mysterious silhouette even faintly arose over his body, attempting to forcefully break through Lou Yi's grandmaster domain.
But as a hand grasped his neck, all his struggles abruptly halted.
'Creak.'
Despite having spiritual essence for protection.
Under the simultaneous exertion of Lou Yi's five fingers.
The neck of Fu Weiyi still emitted a bone-cracking sound that made one's teeth ache, about to completely snap apart.
"Great, you have your day too!" Nearby, Qiu Shaojie, injured and lying on the ground, couldn't help but show a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
"Red Hero, wait, spare his life..."
Just as Fu Weiyi was about to meet his end, a familiar anxious voice came from afar.
As the figure approached quickly, his clear countenance was revealed.
