C1265 Fearful Lord Shan

Lord Shan's grip on Zhuge Loong's neck was unyielding.

His grip tightened relentlessly, a clear intent to choke the life out of Zhuge Loong.

Yet, as Lord Shan's grip grew stronger, he encountered an eerie revelation: Zhuge Loong's face bore no trace of agony, only a faint smile lingering at the corner of his mouth.

"Finding humor at death's door?" Lord Shan sneered