Xiao Yan, knowing it would come to this, why bother in the first place? Fang Hao stood upright on the desert floor, where yellow sands drifted and lightning power surged behind him, and smiled.
This time, even with wings, Xiao Yan would find it hard to fly away.
I already expected it. Xiao Yan showed no surprise, smiling faintly.
He was well aware of his situation; perhaps today's outcome had been destined the moment he appeared within the Undying Sacred Pool. Yet for the sake of reviving Mu Yingying, Xiao Yan had to possess the Xiangsi Broken Intestine Flame, so come hell or high water, he had no choice but to come.
Furthermore, even Xiao Yan himself did not know that his Senior Sister Hao Ni'er had also perceived the conspiracy of the Lord of Fierce Souls and thus left a contingency in place, only Xiao Yan was unaware of it.
Since you knew, then surrender without a fight. Fang Hao smiled.
The Lord of Fierce Souls had personally promised him the numerous Holy Flames on Xiao Yan, and had even offered to impart a method for soul bodies to devour Holy Flames. Such enticements had completely won them over, reducing them to willing thugs.
Come on! Xiao Yan smiled, his gaze turning sharp. Even with a ten-percent chance of death and zero chance of survival, Xiao Yan would not give up his struggle, because his fortitude-stemming from the Xiao Clan bloodline and the depths of his soul-would not permit it.
Little fellow, the current situation is volatile. I will lend you a portion of my power, which will allow you to possess the strength of the Eight-Star Dou Xian Early Stage for a short time. The rest is up to you.
I must recover my strength. I have a