Ding Wancheng shrieked, all composure gone, and turned to flee. But he hadn't gotten far before his steps grew staggered and weak.
Finally, he collapsed to the ground with a THUD.
He struggled several times but couldn't get back up, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away by the ethereal blue flames.
The blood loss and the Curse Fire were like two great mountains, crushing Ding Wancheng to the ground.
SPLASH—
Just then, a sudden downpour began to fall from the sky.
Fat raindrops cascaded down.
Wang Xi picked up the umbrella that had fallen to the side, raised it again, and slowly walked toward Ding Wancheng. The ethereal blue flames on the man's body continued to burn, completely unaffected by the rain.
It seemed they would not rest until they had burned him to a crisp.
The Five-Star Elite Level expert, the leader of the Ghost Grid, lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, in a miserable state and on the verge of death.
"Wang Xi, don't kill him!"
