Lin Feng scrutinized the light projection of Emperor Xia and studied his injury.
Under this circumstance, unlike when he was still alive, he wasn’t too particular about masking or covering anything up and there was a lot of information to be obtained.
The new information was a little surprising from Lin Feng’s perspective.
Lin Feng watched on as Emperor Xia’s eyes sparkled and he straightened his back. The infirmity and feebleness from before vanished entirely and he regained the impenetrable aura of a supreme emperor as he grabbed the Crucible of the Divine Lands and flew towards the battleground in the distance.
Over there, the powerful Buddhist cultivator had just contained the Bastille Black Dragon inside his Nirvana World Palm.
The light projections ended there, as what happened afterwards had already been reflected by the series of images projected before.
