The fiery clouds on the horizon gradually dissipated, as the Yin Thunder scattered.
Perhaps sensing the disappearance of the Ghost Tears Pearl's energy, both the human and ghost, who were fiercely fighting, hurried towards this side.
Ji Ting's complexion turned unusually pale, bearing a fear towards the Ghost so deep and inerasable.
He looked at Baili An, his lips trembling, with a hint of pleading, "Kill... kill me."
Fang Geyu sneered coldly, "You think you can get off that easily?"
Baili An glanced at him sideways, "As you wish."
The cold edge lit up in the snowy light, the blade like autumn water, coldly slashing across Ji Ting's neck.
Suddenly, a sharp line of blood appeared on his skin, the pleading intent in his eyes seemed to freeze into shock—as he hadn't expected him to act so simply and effortlessly end his life.
