It was evident that Hu Lei was thoroughly enjoying it.
After swaying for a moment, his arm shook, and Gan Ning's body suddenly detached from the control of the long whip, like a kite with a broken string, desperately crashing toward a nearby giant tree.
Boom!
Gan Ning's body forcefully fell into the tree crown, plunging straight in.
Hu Lei let out a sinister laugh, knowing that Gan Ning had already lost the strength to resist. Struck by his Purple Lightning Thunder, it would be impossible to recover even in a few dusks.
Now, Gan Ning was no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Hu Lei walked over leisurely at a slow pace.
However, something unexpected occurred. Gan Ning, who fell into the bushes, seemed to have disappeared into thin air.
"Hmm? This kid could still escape?" Hu Lei was a bit incredulous, having great confidence in his Purple Lightning Thunder.
