"Cough, cough cough..."
Ling Huan's body was covered with cracks, resembling a shattered porcelain, horrific in appearance. After clashing with Chen Mu again, a violent cough deepened the cracks, and blood uncontrollably flowed from them.
Below, the force of Xunmu he had forcibly stimulated was spreading, the towering tree sea gradually wilting down, no longer able to block Hong Shida and many other Grandmasters, being slowly dismantled by various Grandmasters.
At this moment.
Anyone could see that Ling Huan, the old Spirit Human, was like a flickering candle in the wind, about to be extinguished.
But at life's end, Ling Huan did not show any signs of struggle, still maintaining calmness. Having lived for thousands of years, he had long ceased to care about life and death; currently gazing at Chen Mu, he suddenly said,
"In your worlds beyond, you might not have been able to defeat this old man."
"Perhaps."
Chen Mu replied calmly.
