How could the power of Artistic Conception consume immortal essence?
Seeing Bai Xiaofan still not making a move, Yang Feng cast a glance at a late-stage True Immortal cultivator not far away. Receiving the order, the man cautiously approached Bai Xiaofan, attempting an ambush!
However, just as he was about to make a move, a figure appeared by his side, gripping his neck with one hand!
"Y-You... How are you here?"
Staring at Bai Xiaofan in his red robe, the man was overwhelmed with shock and screamed out!
"Can you resist now?"
A blood-gold aura surged around Bai Xiaofan, enveloping the man as well!
"N-No, I dare not!"
His voice trembled and his teeth chattered uncontrollably as he spoke softly, eyes fixed on Bai Xiaofan as if trying to discern what he was thinking!
Crack!
A crisp sound!
Bai Xiaofan slightly exerted his fingers and snapped the man's neck!
"I asked if you can, not if you dare!"
