Yi Fentian was burned and devoured by the divine lightning fire. He could clearly sense that his life force was quickly flowing away, and even his soul was becoming weaker and weaker. Before long, he would die, completely die, leaving no trace behind.
He did not want to die. He really did not want to die.
If he could choose again, he would never become enemies with Ye Jiushang, nor would he provoke Xue Fanxin.
"Xin'er, please spare my life. I can do anything for you. I only hope you can spare my life." Yi Fentian was still begging for mercy when he was on the verge of death, only hoping to live.
"When you want to kill me, you should also have the awareness to let yourself be killed, so enjoy the outcome you deserve." Xue Fanxin watched coldly as Yi Fentian was burned alive. She had no sympathy for him, nor would her heart soften.
