Wang Meng cradled Ma Tian'Er in his arms. "The antidote!"
A blood-curdling scream erupted. The pain drained all the color from Goguryeo's face. "You... you're Wang Meng? How is that possible? Zhuang Ren..."
"Give me the antidote and I'll grant you a quick death. Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Wang Meng stared daggers at Goguryeo. Gritting his teeth, Goguryeo tried to flee, but in an instant, two sword flashes shot out.
Goguryeo's legs continued running forward on their own.
Wang Meng hoisted Goguryeo's torso into the air. "The antidote!"
