Just seconds ago, the figure who had raised both hands in a gesture of surrender, Xiao, had now turned utterly somber after hearing these words. His expression was shrouded in darkness, unspeakably grim and frightening.
He genuinely no longer cared about the existence of the "Bengxue."
He had simply lowered his hands and slipped them into the folds of his priestly robe.
"Sandini Singh is just an ordinary person, your Blood Fire dwells within him, clinging to life, salvaging but a mere existence... But how much power can you exert through this body?" Gu Shen said calmly, "This... is the reason I did not shoot. You are now too weak and unworthy of my bullet."
In this world, material and spirit should dissolve and unite as one.
But Xiao is that exception!
He possesses an incomparable "mighty spirit" and yet inhabits an extremely frail "weak body."
"You... understand me very well," Xiao finally stopped laughing, and began speaking in a ghostly tone.
