Lightning struck down,
but became nothingness.
The earth shook, and flames burned.
Every strike made Ryan's body violently tremble; his blond hair turned completely white, his body withered, and his fitted priest's attire now hung loose.
The pain in Evil Spirit Du Wei's eyes intensifying.
He clenched his fist.
Blood streamed from his eyes, and the tower above his head became fixed in place, twisting and fracturing, as a crack spread wildly.
Yet he was still dragged powerlessly.
He roared, "Ryan..."
By now, Ryan had become an old man.
Hearing Evil Spirit Du Wei's words, his body shuddered, he turned his head and revealed his aged face, speaking in a feeble and powerless tone, like an old man nearing the end, "Boss, I guess I won't become the deputy dean..."
His voice had barely any strength left.
Black Du Wei grabbed Ryan's neck in one swift motion.
The entire sky raged with its will.
"Die!"
With a swoosh...
