"Life-bound Magic Treasure?" Li Zhirui remembered that this real person was an Artifact Refiner, so having such a style of life-bound magic treasure was indeed normal.
"Cough cough..." After a bout of battle and excessive consumption of mana, Mingling couldn't help but cough a few times, his breath also fell slightly.
"So weak already?" Li Zhirui's taunting voice followed, and right after came the vines that blotted out the sky and sun.
"Why won't you just die quietly?!" Watching Mingling, who struggled among the thicket of vines, moving awkwardly and growing increasingly feeble, Li Zhirui sighed helplessly.
As an Artifact Refiner, who seldom ventured out for experience and whose combat strength was average, not to mention gravely injured, how could Mingling possibly be Li Zhirui's match?
The two had only exchanged blows for a moment before Mingling was forced into a very sorry state.
