Anyone who shattered the Divine Body, He did not strike them with a lethal blow. He wanted them to always remember this day, how the lofty Lord of Yin was beaten and fled in a panic!
The milky white Divine Fire continued to dim.
Lin Shuyou said in his heart: "Brother Xiao Yuan, I can't hold on anymore."
Li Zhiyuan: "Hmm, then you should just die."
Lin Shuyou: "Understood, got it!"
The resolute Shuping eyes became unfocused, the flame on his body extinguished, Lin Shuyou closed his eyes, his life force completely emptied.
But standing there, he made the remaining officials who still retained their Divine Bodies hesitant to cross over for a moment.
"Li, it's my turn now."
Li Zhiyuan nodded.
Zhao Yi withdrew his hand from the boy's head, bypassed the altar table, and walked forward, his steps becoming more and more unsteady.
He had become accustomed to lending his brain to Li but just now was the most aggressive use by Li; he himself was essentially drained.
