"Alright, what do you want to know? Just ask."
Finally, Duanmu Chunfeng couldn't bear the pressure anymore. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. It was obvious how much pressure he was under.
After saying this, he seemed to have aged by dozens of years, and his expression became extremely weak.
She looked at Li Lingtian with fear in her eyes as her heart trembled.
"Go ahead and ask. Remember what you said."
Gongsun Tianyang wasn't any better off than Duanmu Chunfeng. Seeing that Duanmu Chunfeng had spoken, he no longer persisted because it was useless for him to persist. Instead, he would collapse.
There was no martial artist who wasn't afraid of death. The higher one's cultivation was, the more afraid they were of death.
As Martial Gods, they had lifespans of more than two thousand years. They had worked so hard, but they were going to be killed before they could enjoy it enough. Naturally, they were unwilling to accept this.
