The shadow of death was so cold, so real.
Bai Lie could clearly feel that the spear piercing through his chest was a bottomless black hole.
The power of a Saint Ancestor he had cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years, the essence of flesh and blood he had always been proud of, even his undying Divine Soul—all were being madly drained by an irresistible force, turned into nourishment for his opponent.
At that moment, the fear rising from the deepest part of his soul utterly crushed his resentment and curses.
He didn't want to die.
He had cultivated for so many years and stood at the pinnacle of countless living beings. He still had endless years ahead of him, and he hadn't yet had his fill of the thrill of looking down on all creation.
How could he die here?
Die at the hands of some nobody he hadn't even thought worthy of notice?
The instinct to survive overwhelmed all his pride.
"Spare..."
He opened his mouth, and a broken syllable squeezed out of his parched throat, accompanied by golden Sacred Blood spilling from the corner of his lips.
"Spare my life..."
His voice was hoarse, filled with pleading.
Yet Shen Fan, standing before him, showed not the slightest change in his expression.
The devouring force of the Silver Dragon Spear only grew stronger.
Bai Lie's heart sank to the bottom.
His opponent had not a shred of mercy. He was determined to devour him completely!
No!
He had to think of something!
In a flash, an idea crossed his mind, which was on the verge of collapse.
"I... I'm from the Five Sacred Spirit Clan!"
He roared out his identity with the last of his strength.
"If you kill me, the Old Ancestors of my clan will sense