"Indeed! If you want to perish together, why don't you target that young Martial King across from you? Why are you restraining us instead? Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?" The man in combat attire no longer held any reverence for Wang Tian, his eyes filled with terror.
As for the other martial artists, they were all filled with resentful complaints.
Wang Tian heard their words and burst into maniacal laughter: "Hahahaha! So what if you accompany me in death? Have I ever cared about the fate of ants like you? As for divine retribution, we're all dying anyway—what's there to fear!"
"You..."
The crowd, silenced by Wang Tian's words, was rendered speechless.
Indeed!
If death is imminent, who would care about divine retribution!
"We're going to die! We're going to die! Mommy!"
Han Fenfen, now overwhelmed by terror, crouched on the ground, clutching her head and sobbing uncontrollably.
Bi Jie, Xiao Ge, and others turned ashen-faced.
