The distance is constantly shrinking.
Ten meters...
Five meters...
Three meters...
Qin Yang stopped and looked down at him, as if a god were scrutinizing a lowly ant.
When Sun Wujun met those indifferent eyes, his heart clenched, and an unprecedented will to survive erupted like a volcano!
Dignity? Pride? The demeanor of a peak Great Sage?
In the face of death, all of this becomes pale, powerless, and worthless!
All he wants now is to survive! To survive at all costs!
"Hah...hah..." He opened his mouth desperately, trying to make a sound, but blood kept rising in his throat, blocking his trachea.
Qin Yang simply watched quietly, without speaking or making any movement, as if waiting for something.
Finally, Sun Wujun used his last bit of strength to squeeze out a broken and hoarse sentence:
"No...don't kill me..."
The sound was so faint it was almost inaudible, yet it reached Qin Yang's ears clearly.
Qin Yang's expression remained unchanged, only his eyes flickered slightly, as if he seemed somewhat... disinterested?
This subtle change gave Sun Wujun a glimmer of hope!
He seemed to have grasped at the last straw, and a strong will to survive shone in his previously cloudy eyes.
He endured the excruciating pain and, with all his remaining willpower, continued to plead:
"Please...let me go...I know I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"
His voice trembled violently with excitement and fear, filled with heavy sobs, and all traces of the majesty of a Great Saint Realm expert were gone.
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