Moments after, he seemed to have been forced back to consciousness. His bloody face was exposed, revealing the signs of a brutal beating he had endured before somehow managing to escape.
But now, it seemed he could run no longer, not from what was quickly closing in on him.
As he glanced back at the five disciples pursuing him, his expression was a mix of fear and determination—he was terrified, yet unwilling to give in.
His eyes burned with a fierce defiance, yet his body was too weak to fight back. His energy was all but spent, and the cruel reality of his situation was sinking in.
"Little Tan, did you enjoy your little marathon?" sneered Yun Wanshui, a slightly tanned cultivator with a mocking tone. "Now, decide which part of you we should break for your disobedience this time."
Tan Jingfan's body trembled with anger, but he mustered what little strength he had left to snort defiantly.
"Hmph! You cursed beasts, I'm never handing it over. Just kill me if you want."
