Baozi thought that Lin Zhen was so sorrowful that he was talking nonsense.
After all, when a Divine Infant collapses, it is always fatal; and no matter Lin Zhen or a Sovereign Strongman here, none of them can turn it around.
Baozi wants to comfort him: "Brother, don't be like this. We, martial artists, have lived so many years, we have seen countless births and deaths. This kind of thing is actually common..."
Before his voice fell, he saw Lin Zhen stand up abruptly and raise one hand high.
Above the sky, the giant Wan Ren Mountain appeared again.
Next to Lin Zhen, a strong spatial energy began to ripple.
Martial artists, those Quasi-sovereign who thought the combat was over, who were just about to come over to congratulate, console or get to know Lin Zhen, were forced to retreat awkwardly by this force.
The rolling spatial waves, rampantly rolling out.
Under the gravitational pressure of Wan Ren Mountain, a spatial domain was forming!
