"Stay back!" Lin Feng rasped, struggling to his feet. His legs trembled, his arms trembled, his whole body trembled. But he stood up.
True Person Blood Butcher watched him, his eyes brimming with mockery.
"Human, you can still stand? Not bad, not bad." He nodded. "But how many times can you get back up?"
He raised his hand again, ready to unleash another punch!
In the distance, True Person Nether Spring and True Lord Blood Fiend were regulating their breathing. At the sight, they exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with satisfaction.
"This brat is finally going to die." True Person Nether Spring grinned savagely. "He dared to injure us. Death is more than he deserves!"
True Lord Blood Fiend licked his lips. "A shame about that body, and that Chaos Supreme Treasure. The boss will definitely take them all for himself."
True Person Nether Spring said, "Let him have them. As long as this brat dies, we can report back with our task fulfilled. The boss eats the meat, we drink the broth. Better than coming away with nothing."
True Lord Blood Fiend nodded. "Right. Once the boss finishes him, we'll go over and land a few finishing blows, pick up some benefits."
Lin Feng stood swaying, thoughts racing through his mind.
Peak Demigod was too powerful!
The gulf between him and True Person Blood Butcher was far greater than he had imagined! It was not merely a difference in cultivation realm, but an even greater difference in their understanding of origins!
True Person Blood Butcher's punch seemed simple, but it contained his three million years of insight into origins! That Fist Intent had already surpassed mere laws and reached the level of the Dao! Every punch embodied the culmination of millions of years of cultivation!
Although Lin Feng