'Damn it, I can't move! Why can't I move...?'
Hong Yu's eyes felt like they were about to split open.
Powerlessness, dejection, despair, and helplessness...
A gray shroud of defeat and despair fell over Hong Yu's heart.
Once again, he felt his own insignificance and fragility. Once again, he was reminded of the importance of great strength in this world.
Without enough strength, one could only be a fish on the chopping block, left to the mercy of others!
Without enough strength, you couldn't even protect the ones you cherished most!
"Heheheh, you damn brat! Go to hell!"
Lord Owl had already recovered from the impact of the Ice Divine Blade. His black mist pulsed as he let out a sinister voice.
It seemed the blood-red blade light was truly about to cut Hong Yu down!
Feng Xue Xin gritted his teeth, wanting to rush out and save Hong Yu, but as he took a step, he found himself held back firmly.
