"Does the Emperor of the South still wish to continue this fight?"
Above the battlefield, Li Xuan was still exchanging blows with the Changsheng Emperor of the South.
The latter's six arms, each wielding a divine weapon enshrouded in frenzied Thunderbolts and life-and-death energies, kept bombarding relentlessly against his body.
However, at this point, Li Xuan's victory was becoming evident, with twelve strands of Purple Gold Dragon Qi boiling and surging. The White Tiger force converging on him was even more arrogant and domineering.
At this moment, the spirit and blood essence of tens of millions of people were gathered in him, continuously enhancing the protective force surrounding his body, making it so mighty that the divine weapons of the South could not scatter it.
