After the three of them had swiftly retreated a considerable distance, they saw that Li Yan was still sitting there. Only then did they realize that they had feared him to such an extent.
They could tell that Li Yan was indeed extremely weak at the moment, but the thoughts that had surged through them earlier had immediately been jolted awake when Li Yan suddenly sat up.
He was right. He was powerless enough to be unable to truss a chicken. Yet so long as he still had lifespan remaining, which one of them would dare kill him?
The fate awaiting them afterward would be even more miserable beyond compare. It was only because they had long been subjected to tyranny that they had just entertained murderous thoughts.
It was at that moment that Li Yan let out a heavy breath, then staggered to his feet.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, then spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm heavily onto the ground.
"Petty rats, I thought you had some guts. Hehehe..."
Contempt first appeared in his eyes, but by the end of his words, he had begun to chuckle. His laughter was exceedingly strange.
Moreover, his laughter grew louder and louder, as though he was utterly unafraid of attracting the monsters in the "River of Netherfall," carrying unrestrained abandon and madness!
At last, under Fa Ke and the other two's terrified gazes, Li Yan raised the "Flower of the Other Shore" in his hand before his eyes, his laughter becoming even more wanton.
"Hahaha... Flower of the Other Shore... River of Netherfall... Flower of the Other Shore... River of Netherfall... nothing more than this! So what if I've lost my cultivation! So what..."
His voice grew louder and louder. Fa Ke and