Li Xuanfeng's voice was still hoarse, yet it carried an unmistakable penetrating force, reaching Chen Ding'an and Mo Qilin's ears clearly.
"You really are one tough bastard. Even that didn't kill you!"
As Mo Qilin looked at the figure standing tall amid the golden light at the bottom of the crater, he could not help feeling a trace of admiration.
Chen Ding'an's expression darkened instead. His eyes fixed on Li Xuanfeng, and his hand unconsciously clenched into a fist as he spoke flatly.
"Burning your divine soul and borrowing the burial sword's origin power to forcibly sustain your life? Interesting. It seems you really will pay any price to survive. Is it worth it for a God Kingdom that has nothing to do with you?"
He could tell that Li Xuanfeng's current state was being forcibly sustained entirely by the burial sword's power, like a candle flickering in the wind that could go out at any moment. Even so, that tenacious vitality made him feel that this would be somewhat troublesome.
"Worth it or not, this is how I, Li Xuanfeng, have always done things."
Li Xuanfeng slowly raised his head. His gaze swept over Chen Ding'an and Mo Qilin from behind the Golden Mask, as though brewing one final, terrifying storm.
"We can't give him another chance!"
A ruthless glint flashed through Chen Ding'an's eyes. He knew Li Xuanfeng was at the end of his strength. If they let him catch his breath, heaven knew what other complications might arise.
Without further hesitation, he rapidly formed hand seals again. This time, dozens of fist-sized energy spheres appeared before him, flashing with black light. Each radiated a heart-stopping aura of destruction.
"Superpower Divine Construction: Swarm Missiles!"
With Chen Ding'an's low shout, dozens of black energy spheres shot toward Li Xuanfeng