New World

"It's you?!"

Sizzle—!

The blood-red palm was like a scorching branding iron, searing an indelible bloody mark onto the black shadow's arm. Yet the latter Did not care at all, his tone instead carrying a trace of surprise.

"Demon Mountain Space was utterly destroyed in the Spirit Vein Collapse, and the Asura Sea of Blood was reduced to ash amid the Yin Yang Poles' interaction. But after all this, you, Blood Sea Asura, still weren't dead?!"

"You aren't dead either, so how could I bear to die?!"

At This Moment, Lin Tianhang could not even maintain a body. Only a palm extending from a mass of Blood Water clutched Lin Chen tightly.

"If you withdraw now, you can still preserve a trace of your origin. When the Great Tribulation descends in the future and hundreds of millions of living beings perish in blood, you may yet have a chance to return to your peak. But you're still here gambling your life with me—can you afford it?!"

"Heh, This Seat's origin Blood Sea has already been spent dry, but how much better off are you? Your Sixth Order Spirit Body was destroyed, your Primordial Spirit was beaten to extinction, and even this world's True Spirit memories were stolen by me... Now, no matter which one of us it is, we are merely arrows at the end of their flight!"

Lin Chen, whose arm was seized by the other, immediately fell silent. His own condition was no better. At present, even his Primordial Spirit Body had dispersed, leaving only an illusory body formed from spiritual energy.

The great battle at Wolong Pass, the clash at Penglai Island, the duel in the Yinji Sea, coupled with the impact of the Spirit Vein Collapse... Whether it was him or Lin Tianhang, both sides had