He Ning did not possess Ye Tian's terrifying spiritual will or combat experience.
Thus, after that fierce battle, his mind was nearly exhausted and needed time to recover.
Coupled with his injuries, this Flying Feather Guard was already close to the point where the oil had run dry and the lamp was about to go out.
Still, his will was exceptionally tenacious.
Even as his upright body began to sway slowly, He Ning did not give up the fight.
Everything seemed to be sliding toward an abyss, yet his determination to carry out his orders clung desperately to his body.
Guarding this place was the mission the true disciple Holy Son had entrusted to him.
No matter who came here, they had to leave their lives behind. Even if they were women, children, or the elderly, He Ning would not hesitate in the slightest.
Ye Tian had to die!
"Can you still fight?" Ye Tian looked at He Ning in surprise. "Most people shouldn't even be able to stand anymore. As a cultivator, you are worthy of respect. As a demonic cultivator, you deserve to die!"
"I will not give up. I will definitely kill you." He Ning spat out a mouthful of blood.
After spitting out that mouthful of clotted blood, he felt much better.
At the very least, his body could move again.
There was one thing Ye Tian had not said wrong. He Ning truly did not even have the strength to move a finger now.
The reason he could still persist in battle was not strength, but willpower.
Ye Tian smiled. "Sorry, but you are already dead."
He Ning, whose body had recovered after gathering a great deal of spiritual energy, changed expression. "Brat, what did you do?"
In He Ning's perception, several abruptly appearing special