The conflict between two tribes, the struggle for the Spirit Seed

Gao Linzhi did not want his pawns to end up like feudal emperors, doing nothing but enforcing monopolies and suppression.

To preserve the stability of imperial power, they imposed all manner of ideological restrictions, regardless of the cost.

At that very moment.

Zhang Mingzhen had previously taken several potions that temporarily increased his maximum health. His reserves of vitality were now substantial, and as long as his healing continued uninterrupted, his life would not be in danger.

"Hmph, ridiculous human. You think relying on potions will let you withstand our tribe's spells?"

"Today, you'll witness the Kunyu Tribe's true killing move-Ice Seal Across Ten Thousand Miles!" His opponent tried to undermine his confidence with words. A wave of bone-chilling ice swept toward him, carrying spell damage, and his health plummeted.

Yet Zhang Mingzhen did not immediately heal. Instead, he seized the brief moment of stiffness after Kun Bing's spell and abruptly closed the distance!

Kun Bing thought he intended to tank the damage and make one final desperate attempt. He sneered inwardly: How could a mere human understand? The Kunyu Tribe's attacks always come like a raging storm. He won't even last long enough to get close!

Sure enough, Zhang Mingzhen's health had already fallen into the danger zone when he had covered only half the distance.

Yet he paid it no mind, his gaze remaining firmly fixed on Kun Bing's position.

During their earlier exchanges, he had actually held back some of his speed all along, deliberately making his opponent believe he could not catch him.

His refusal to heal now was deliberate as well, intended solely to make his opponent lower his guard and create the illusion that "even if he gets close, it won't matter; he's already on his last legs."

His innate skill activated: "Self-Sacrifice!"