At this thought, Old Xuan became utterly lost.
Should they even continue this battle?
And after it was over, where should he and his young mistress go? What path lay ahead for them?
At that moment, Old Xuan felt unbearably suffocated. Though there was clearly nothing behind him, he had the powerful sensation that a pair of enormous eyes was watching every move he and his young mistress made, while a pair of giant hands gripped the puppet strings tied to them, controlling their future.
Luo Bingxin vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Old Xuan. She turned her head and saw him staring blankly into space with a worried expression.
"Old Xuan, don't give up. That kid merely obtained a Divine Artifact. Divine Artifacts are powerful, but different people can bring out different effects with them. You understand that better than I do. That kid's strength hasn't reached its peak yet. In his current state, he definitely can't unleash the full power of the Fu Xi Talisman."
"We still have a chance, and we have to seize it. Whether it's talent or luck, that kid is simply too monstrous. If we give him enough time to develop, then forget about the Divine Artifact in his hands specifically meant to deal with the four Corpse Kings—even without it, we might not be his match."
Luo Bingxin was not wrong.
Lin Yi truly could not bring out the Fu Xi Talisman's full power yet, but Lin Yi was not what worried him.
With the Eastern War God present, Old Xuan could not exactly voice his concerns openly.
"Understood, Miss. Let's observe for now."
Old Xuan needed to find an opportunity to tell Luo Bingxin what he was thinking.
The four Corpse Kings could not afford to drag this battle out.
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