At this moment, Han Wu had already carried the Death God King on his back to a dark corner of the dungeon.
The jostling from running had torn open the Death God King's wounds.
After being tossed about like this, the Death God King's life force grew even weaker.
Han Wu could only summon the Life Divine Authority he possessed and pour its power into the Destruction God King's body.
Yet the moment he did so, the Death God King instead spat out a mouthful of blood, and his injuries worsened.
"Stop... Life force... conflicts with... my Divine Authority..." Like a flickering candle before death, the Death God King spoke in broken fragments.
Han Wu had been too anxious and had not considered this issue.
Only now did he realize it, and he tried to change the energy's nature, intending to pour death-attributed energy into the Death God King's body.
But the Death God King waved his hand, signaling that Han Wu should not waste his effort.
He knew the state of his own injuries.
Arthur MacArthur, the Deputy Sect Master, had tampered with these wounds. No matter how much energy Han Wu sent into him, they could not be healed.
He could only slowly recuperate on his own.
But reality would not grant him enough time.
"His Majesty Death, I'll take you back to the Divine Realm Civilization right now!" Han Wu said, preparing to force open space.
With his strength, opening a Space Channel should not have been difficult.
Yet Han Wu discovered that the space within the dungeon seemed to have been locked. No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake it in the slightest.
"Listen to me..." The Death God King had already foreseen everything.
He knew that he most likely would not be