Roll three times in the Thunder Pool; this is exactly what Shi Hao did, greedily absorbing the Liquid Thunder, striving to recover to peak condition, because he knew the greatest crisis had arrived.
On the ancient platform, the Immortal-Slaying Cleaver, carrying fierce killing intent, had locked onto him!
This time, if he fights bloodily, can it be like last time, when the little figure above his head and the Reincarnation Seal saved him? But that was too passive and beyond his control.
"Desolate lad, you're... finished. Quickly leave your last words. I'll keep this branch for you. Farewell." Shen Ming waved his hand.
"Won't listen to advice, alas!" Sanzang shook his head, somewhat helplessly. If the Immortal-Slaying Cleaver appears, even an Immortal might be cut down.
Of course, facing cultivators of different realms, the blade's power on the ancient platform should be different. But regardless, it was an inevitable fatal calamity, hard to endure.
