Countless thoughts flashed through Little Wood's mind as he quickly considered what the Undertaker would do next.
Yet no matter how he thought about it, he could not figure out what the Undertaker's next move would be.
Because the situation had become fairly clear. Any further schemes and tricks would only be like adding legs to a snake.
But the question was, if the Undertaker had no other scheme, why had he detonated the Candle Dragon Puppet?
His greatest support was the Candle Dragon Puppet and the Blade Emperor. Now that he had lost both his right and left arms in succession, it was practically digging his own grave.
With that thought, Little Wood said, "Senior Young Phoenix, there is something I would like to ask you."
"Please speak, Emperor Lord."
"Although I have barely entered the Immortal King Realm, I do not count as a true high-level cultivator."
"I heard that once high-level cultivators are injured, they are generally very difficult to heal?"
"That is correct."
"From Immortal King Rank Six onward, one's strength can already touch the summit of the world."
"At the same time, after reaching Immortal King Rank Six, ordinary methods cannot harm them. But once they are injured, nothing short of Natural Treasures can heal them."
"What about Heavenly Emperor-level cultivators?"
"That is even more troublesome. Heavenly Emperor-level cultivation stands above the Immortal King Realm. Because they are more powerful, even fewer things can affect them."
"Thus, Heavenly Emperor-level cultivators generally seldom fight to the death. Once they suffer grievous injuries, the hope of healing is extremely slim."
"At present, the only effective method of treatment is Fate."
Upon receiving that answer, Little Wood's heart began to pound wildly.
Sensing Little Wood's emotional shift, Pang Tong asked in confusion, "Emperor Lord, did you think of