The dim vision was left only with the roar of a malevolent spirit's gunshots.
Jin Jili's consciousness faded in the soul-tearing agony.
He couldn't understand why the boy, who was supposed to be a Divine Rank Half-Dragon slave raised by Jiang Qiue, escaped capture by Jing Jiu's mere glance.
Who exactly is this guy...?!
"Bang—!" With the final gunshot, his forehead was completely pierced, and Jin Jili's head tilted backward, reflected in his lifeless eyes was the boy holding up the hunting rifle.
The boy still calmly sat by the window, leisurely putting the hunting rifle away.
This was the last scene Jin Jili saw before his consciousness, filled with indignant rage, completely disintegrated.
Jing Jiu ignited a blaze of ice-green flame in his palm and, upon touching Jin Jili's corpse's forehead, vaporized it instantly, eradicating all traces of his body.
