When Li Fan spoke these words, he was indeed prepared to become an infinite spirituality extractor.
If his conjecture was wrong and all of this was not a simulation but real reality, the saints, if they had spared him out of mercy before, would certainly not let him go after such a generous speech.
On the contrary...
Within the halo, an extremely strange atmosphere gradually engulfed him. The saints remained silent, yet beneath this death silence, a terrifying storm seemed to be brewing.
Like being continuously struck by turbulent waves, ripples appeared one after another on the silhouette of the nine saints standing.
The space where the saints were also fell into violent turmoil. Cracks like wounds spread instantly. The halo enveloping Li Fan twisted as well, as if ready to shatter at any moment.
The power imprisoning Li Fan thus exhibited a flaw. Li Fan managed to escape from a state of disintegration into countless fragments.
