The might of the Golden Immortal soldiers was too strong; compared to them, the True Immortal soldiers were worlds apart, not to mention that Feng Mian was merely a Heavenly Immortal, even weaker than her own True Immortal combat ability.
Even a burst of might from the cauldron was enough to send Feng Mian and her Phoenix Feather flying, with Feng Mian sustaining serious injuries.
"It's now, isn't it?"
Han Li, with his hands clasped behind his back, walked step by step toward Feng Mian, a shallow smile on his face, completing the words she hadn't finished.
"You tricked me?"
Feng Mian instantly realized that her subtle movements had not escaped Han Li's notice. Han Li had turned the tables on her, genuinely injuring her and exposing her trump card, which made turning the tables incredibly difficult.
When exactly did this bastard gain control of this Golden Immortal weapon?
"Realizing it now? It's too late."
