Jonard lies on the ground, barely breathing, looking terrible. It's still clearly visible; the shards of glass stuck in his face and neck emit a chilling aura, with his whole body showing multiple fractures. He doesn't have the ability to stand, even moving is difficult.
Like a corpse, he lies there motionless, only his bloodshot eyes rolling slowly.
His mouth can't close, yet it still carries a mad smile.
"Ter...minator, truly...worthy...of the name," Jonard croaked out these words, followed by a spray of uncontrollable blood clots from his mouth.
Ye Fan approached, looking down at Jonard calmly and indifferently.
"I told you long ago, you're undoubtedly going to die. Trying to escape from me, you don't have what it takes," Ye Fan spoke calmly.
