"That ring... Hand it over and keep your body intact." Lin Mo pointed the muzzle of his gun at his forehead, and in the black hole of the muzzle, the copper-colored bullet of the bullet could be seen.
Eleven looked down at the Xuan Ni Ring in his palm. The blue light on the ring surface suddenly surged, making people unable to open their eyes. He remembered the "space rift" written in ancient books and the trembling of the ring in those late nights. He suddenly laughed, a little crazy: "Want it? Come and get it yourself."
He leaned back and his body fell off the cliff like a fallen leaf. The feeling of weightlessness swept through his body instantly, and the wind whistled in his ears. He could see Lin Mo's face twisted in shock, and saw the firelight of the missile exploding on the edge of the cliff. The orange-red flames illuminated the entire sea of clouds. The blue light of the Xuan Ni Ring grew stronger and stronger, wrapping his body like a transparent cocoon. Before his consciousness sank into darkness, his last thought was: Finally, there was no need to escape anymore.
