In the prime minister's residence, Kashawen's eyes were once again fixed on Aina. Aina was trying her best to look calm. However, her tight grip on the arm rest had already betrayed her nervousness.
This was somewhat cruel, but Kashawen had to tell Aina that the further this went on, the greater the pain.
Wang Zheng would fall at this point. If he was lucky enough to survive, it might be the luckiest thing. The further he advanced, the more humbled he would be and the more he would be trampled upon.
The true meaning of life was willingness. The willingness to let go when it was time to let go!
Kashawen shifted her eyes back to the battle. Since the birth of mankind, this was not the type of person that dominated fate.
"Wang Zheng!" roared Aragorn. Blood was beginning to flow from his ears too. Suddenly, the power of the five elements elevated incredibly again.
This was staking his life!