"Leave? do you think you still have a chance to leave? Xi Chuling, Xi Chuling, you didn't expect this, did you? you'll die under the soul tools you've repaired, hahahaha. " Fang xingzhi let out a shrill and wild laugh. His tone was as wild as it could get, but there was even more of a maniacal gloating in it.
He had been hit hard by the heaven-seeking tower of the great Dao. Although he could still stand up, his sea of Qi had been broken and his heart meridian had been severed. He could only stand up now by relying on his seriously injured primordial spirit and the Qi of vitality that he had not exhausted.
Although his primordial spirit had not completely died, he did not know how long it would take for it to rebuild his flesh and regain its vitality.
