"You're still not dead?"
The black armored man looked at Lin Mo, who was leaning against the wall with a bloody hole in his chest, showing a hint of surprise on his face.
Lin Mo was merely a cultivator at the Condensation Stage, yet he survived a hit. This surprised the black armored man.
"Seems like you're not just any ordinary kid, but it's a pity you met me." The black armored man said with a sinister smile at the corner of his lips, slowly raising his arm and gathering a black energy ball on his fingertip.
"Ah..."
"I can't die just like this!"
Lin Mo's eyes widened. Whether in his past life or this life, he had faced countless dangers, difficulties, and obstacles... but never had he given up. This time, however, it seemed he was in a desperate situation.
His only trump card was the split body left outside the golden palace, but if the original died, his strength would decrease by at least 70%.
"No, I can't die!"
