Blood sprayed through the air. Ye Tianling looked as if he had been critically wounded by a single strike, on the verge of a bitter death.
"Some Kunpeng Divine Son. He's dead already? He only took two hits."
Li Rushan suddenly seemed relieved, speaking with contempt.
"He is just some lowly bloodline Inheritor, after all. Taking two hits is already impressive. Besides, that earlier strike of his showed decent Battle Power. But that's his limit. His Battle Power is Breaking Eight, but unfortunately, with the shackles of his physical body, he can't unleash his true strength."
Die Xin chimed in.
In her eyes, after that spear strike, Ye Tianling was as good as dead.
"The battle is indeed over, but the one dying in bitterness might not be the Kunpeng Divine Son. Didn't you notice? When Bai Changxi's strike pierced through the Kunpeng Divine Son's chest, the Kunpeng Divine Son's Emotions showed no change at all."
At the same time, Qianyue shared her perspective.
