"What can you even do? Wouldn't it be better if you just died cleanly?!"
If he could not even give Li Tianming this final "disgust," it would prove that he had truly been utterly defeated, reduced to a laughingstock.
On the red-haired Sovereign's side, his face kept twisting—one moment furious, the next resolute, his gaze blazing like torches.
"Last time, when Little Feng attacked, he essentially caused the Sun Soul within the Flameyellow Coffin to split apart, which gave me some opportunities. Tianming... watch closely and learn from your father! Damn it all! I've been holding it in so long I'm going insane!"
Buzz buzz buzz!
Li Tianming had no idea what was happening inside the Flameyellow Coffin.
In any case, both Sovereigns' faces were twisting.
"Seeking death! Seeking death!"
Most of the time, both the golden-haired Sovereign's and red-haired Sovereign's faces were filled with rage and savagery. This man who craved victory still wanted to win the final step, even after losing to this extent.
"They should be fighting and splitting apart inside!"
Li Tianming could not help, and his heart pounded wildly.
Just then, Li Qingyu replied. Little Feng showed absolutely no signs of waking up, which meant that relying on him to separate these two in the short term was unrealistic.
Moreover, Ye Lingfeng's coma this time might be related to the Primordial Demon devouring too many life souls. Whether he could wake up at all was still a question.
The Sovereign had countless methods, and they could not afford to wait.
"As expected of you, Li Wudi! In a situation with absolutely no chance of victory, you can still step forward at the very end!"
This was his style.
These two Li Wudis were actually different. Li Tianming's adoptive father was lazy, disliked control, had no