Faith and will were intangible, but to a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, they were also powers that could be touched.
"Ye Fan, after a hundred and ten thousand years of battle, how much longer can you hold out?!" a Weird Quasi-Immortal Emperor roared, his voice brimming with endless cold and murderous intent.
"What else can you do?"
"You're destined to die at our hands!"
The Weird side was in no better shape than Ye Fan and his companions, but those six were all the Boundary Sea had left.
The Weird Quasi-Immortal Emperors here, meanwhile, were only part of the Weird Race's strength.
Ye Fan spoke, his voice hoarse. "After a hundred and ten thousand years, you still haven't learned what fear means."
"Your strength is spent."
Boom!
At that moment, every bone below Dugu Baitian's head was blasted apart. Only half his skull remained, a sight that chilled the blood.
Even Ye Fan and the others were shaken. They had never expected Meng Chuan's friend to be so mad, so steeped in Demonic Nature.
It wasn't that Ye Fan and the others had been holding back or refusing to risk their lives. Dugu Baitian was simply that terrifying.
Normally, Dugu Baitian would never have ended up in this state.
But when he fought the Weird Quasi-Immortal Emperors, he was so frenzied and savage that even Ye Fan and the others felt their eyelids twitch. They could not help but admire him.
This was a man you could count on. When trouble came, he truly stepped up.
Dugu Baitian had, in a sense, driven himself to this point. He had fought even more fiercely than Ye Fan and the others.
Now that was a veteran powerhouse of Tomb of the Gods!
When they saw that only half Dugu Baitian's skull remained, Ye Fan