Before he could use Divine Essence Soldiers again, Lin Zifeng saw a flash of red light in front of him, and a heart‑rending pain exploded in his chest.
"Teng teng teng..."
Gravely wounded, Lin Zifeng hurriedly retreated. Wherever his feet stepped, the stone slabs actually cracked open into deep grooves.
That Red Sword took in Lin Zifeng's miserable, battered look and actually didn't pursue. Instead, it stood upright in midair, mocking him: "Just now this old man already said I'd spare your life, but you just don't cherish it. Report your name! Under this old man's sword, no nameless wretch dies unrecorded!"
"Ptui!"
Spitting out a mouthful of Blood Water, Lin Zifeng calmed himself down. He felt that the wounds on his chest and lower abdomen were actually like sulfuric acid, constantly corroding his flesh.
"Hmph, telling you is no big deal. The one who's going to trample you underfoot today is me, Lin Zifeng!"
