"Evil Lord… you're going to suffer a horrible death!"
The Weapon Spirit of the Chaos Fiend Coffin howled out. With its main body dissected, it was only left with its Weapon Spirit right now. While the Chaos Fiend Coffin might recognize the Evil Lord as its Master, it possessed a consciousness of its own. Now that it was in deep peril, the Weapon Spirit of the Chaos Fiend Coffin naturally would think of self preservation.
After cultivating this far and going through all sorts of trials and tribulations, how could it die as such?
Indignance!
An immense feeling of indignance surged into the mind of the Chaos Fiend Coffin's Weapon Spirit.
"When one walks at the riversides for a long time, they would eventually get their shoes wet." Lin Fan lamented. By the looks of it, the Evil Lord had wanted to come at him with his life. To think that he would be so cowardly.
Being able to run off after putting on an act… How great that must have felt!
