Facing Mo Luo's undisguised greed and desire, Jiang Dali sighed inwardly. As expected, it had turned out just as he had anticipated. This devil Mo Luo truly could not change his vile nature and would never pass up such a perfect chance to kick a man when he was down.
His current predicament was truly the most wretched and dangerous moment he had faced since this life began. Not only was his physical condition utterly terrible in every aspect, but he had no friends nearby who could lend him aid. The Dali Fire Qilin Saber was lost, and the dragon vein he had carried—capable of suppressing evil and restraining Mo Luo—had also been lost during the battle against Qin Shi Huang.
The only way to escape now was to use resurrection escape to shake off Mo Luo's pursuit. Yet with Mo Luo standing before him, he had no opportunity to quietly kill himself and use resurrection escape. Or rather, he had to create that opportunity himself.
"Brat! Any last words?"
Mo Luo slowly approached Jiang Dali. Dense demonic qi floated around him like gelatinous liquid, while purple light gleamed in his eyes as he sneered coldly. "Rest assured, after I seize your body, I won't erase you completely. I'll merely turn you into a demonic servant. In the future, I'll spare you. As for those friends around you, I won't harm them either."
Jiang Dali slowly gathered the internal force within him, which had nearly hit rock bottom, and did his utmost to mobilize the Phantom Soul Power in his occipital acupoint. He gazed calmly at Mo Luo and transmitted with a smile, "Senior, why put on such an act before me? You're speaking so pleasantly now only to steady my mind and make it easier to devour me. But