C257 Two Lives Spell

When Wang Cuozi thrust his blade forward, Faang Yang's back was already against the wall, and there was nowhere for him to retreat.

Furthermore, the spiritual energy was difficult to adjust, and his mind was in a daze. Faang Yang had already fallen into a dead end.

"Am I going to die in Wang Cuozi's hands?" Faang Yang was unwilling to accept this. If he really died in Wang Cuozi's hands