C211 None of You Can Escape from Death!!

It was a mere forty-five percent.

Choo Zhenhua's gaze was fixed intently on Shen Lang's boastful message, itching to rush over and throttle him.

Could any human actually say such a thing? Could they really?

And to think, the Twelve-winged Seraph was only at Level 80 for now.

If she were to reach Level 300