"I'm going to die? By your hand?"
The Yin Spirit cultivator looked as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world. Setting aside the fact that his opponent's realm was inferior to his, just looking at his current condition made it clear how grievously wounded he was.
His flesh was cracked open, the bones inside were probably partially shattered, and even the great dragon of his spine had been twisted.
In fact, being able to run in such a state was already nothing short of a miracle.
These wounds had been left by the master of Divine Fire Palace.
That was an Immortal Realm expert, bearing Dao Fruit patterns and surrounded by rules. Every gesture carried boundless might, with the laws of heaven and earth woven into their power.
Once one was "injured" by an immortal, terrifying Dao scars would be left behind. Such wounds were dreadful, nearly permanent, ceaselessly grinding down the wounded person until they were utterly destroyed.
With even his spine injured to that extent, the Yin Spirit cultivator felt that the other man still being able to breathe was already a tremendous "miracle."
The sect master must not have wanted to kill him and had shown mercy, intending to capture him first and interrogate him about whoever stood behind him. That was why he had been granted a sliver of life instead of dying on the spot.
But even so, he probably could not hold on much longer. Even the life force of a Golden Core could not endure such injuries. His death was already a "foregone conclusion."
What he needed to do now was swiftly sever this ant's limbs, put him in a jar, and bring him back to extract information about his identity.
He looked down at Li Su without taking his