Lu Wenwu flapped his dragon wings and approached the Blood Pattern Ancestor.
"Do you submit?" he said lightly.
"I do not submit!"
The Blood Pattern Ancestor suddenly tore off the mask of his Life Armor, revealing a face that was old, mottled, and bloodied.
His eyes trembled, almost spewing fire.
"In this battle, I did not lose! It was our world that lost, it was our Heavenly Dao that lost! If I had spiritual power at your level, how could you possibly defeat me?"
"How could I?"
Lu Wenwu rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and then seriously replied, "Maybe... it's because I was born into a good family?"
No wonder the Blood Pattern Ancestor was indignant.
To be honest, he did have a point. This battle was indeed frustrating.
Having exquisite arrays and spells, but lacking the spiritual power reserves to match, is indeed awkward.
If the Blood Pattern Ancestor's spiritual power reserves were sufficient, it might truly be hard to determine the victor in a short time.
