"Who are you?!” bellowed Malcolm, already heavily injured by Fane's hand. The pain coming from his soul had him on the brink of collapse.
Despite his injuries, however, the burning question that haunted him could no longer be held back, and he screamed at Fane for the answer.
Fane turned to look at Malcolm. At that moment, Malcolm was already hanging at his last thread, and at any moment, he could shut his eyes and pass away.
"And what'll happen after you know who I am, hmm? Would it change the results?" Fane's tone was light as if he was talking about something very simple.
Malcolm's body became taut as his bloodshot eyes widened.
"Don't get too riled up, Malcolm!" hissed Jordan.
Malcolm was already on the verge of death. If he died, things would look incredibly grim for Jordan. The consequences needed no further explanation.
Even Malcolm had not been able to defeat the guy, let alone Jordan, who had not even entered the spring solidifying realm.
Alas, Malcolm completely ignored Jordan's words as he stared at Fane in a deranged manner.
"I'll never leave you, even when I'm a ghost!" vowed
Malcolm, blood spurting out of his mouth as he did.
He used all his strength to shake Malcolm, trying to bring Malcolm back from the dead. Alas, Malcolm's soul had been shattered by Fane. It could no longer condense again, i
Malcolm had breathed his last.
At that moment, Jordan was no longer as arrogant as before, his whole body trembling in the aftermath.
Rudy retreated a few steps, no longer daring to even look at Fane.
He regretted challenging Fane and mocking Fane so incessantly before. He recalled how he tried to suppress and oppress Fane back when they were at the alliance branch. It was only at this moment did he realize how crazy that notion was.
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