Xiang Yu held the knife in his hand, his eyes filled with madness, pointing the blade at the people around him as he laughed wildly: "Is your leader, Lin Chong, really such a pathetic character?"
Although the people surrounding him had the advantage in numbers, they were all deeply moved by Xiang Yu's unyielding spirit.
If this kid doesn't die here today, he's bound to achieve great things in the future.
Xiang Yu was already covered in blood, and judging by his swaying body, it was evident he had reached his limit.
After all, Xiang Yu was human, not a god. No matter how formidable he was, he had moments of exhaustion. Now, Xiang Yu was a spent force.
Standing on the second floor, Zhuge Xiaoming had naturally noticed this. He didn't call for anyone to rush in and finish Xiang Yu off but instead stood there casually, watching.
He wanted to see Xiang Yu's spirit crumble bit by bit. At this moment, Xiang Yu's eyes were bloodshot, showing signs of losing his sanity.
