Seeing Corpse God's aura weaken, Luo Shan's eyes widened. "His injuries haven't healed yet."
Wood God said, "His injuries from the battle at the Boundless Battlefield came from Lu Yuan, the Lu family's ancestor. Now he's forcing himself to use this power, and he'll soon reach his limit. We can't let him escape."
Corpse God hadn't used this power during his battle against Lu Yin and Mu Ke in Giant Hell. His injuries had prevented him from doing so then. Now that he'd recovered somewhat, he was forcing himself to use it, but still suffered a backlash. How could he easily stand against three masters of Parallel Space-Time?
Corpse God stopped, his body stained red with blood that all came from him.
The situation was like ants attacking a giant. But if their positions were reversed, whether it was Wood God, Illusory Lord, or Luo Shan, Corpse God might not be able to stop any of them from escaping.
Wood God and the others didn't hurry to attack. They could simply wear Corpse God down until he died.
Corpse God panted heavily. The green markings on his skin were fading, almost invisible.
He looked around. Wood God and the other two had already spread out and surrounded him, leaving him no chance to escape.
Corpse God looked toward the farmhouse in the distance. Years of effort were about to come to nothing. What a pity. But there was no other way. He clenched his fist and suddenly punched—this time, aiming at the farmhouse.
Before the force of his punch could reach it, the farmhouse began to shake. The lamp flickered, and the child stopped writing and patted it.
Corpse God's punch might not have been fast, but it wasn't slow either. Yet it seemed to be an endless distance from