No time left!
"No!"
The East Pole Celestial Venerable, unwilling to accept the outcome, sat down and turned into a withered tree, turning into a corpse.
Lu Xuanji said, "Friend, you're still one move short!"
This time, victory was rather lucky.
The East Pole Celestial Venerable's plan was brilliant, using the second type of Primordial Spirit to continuously deplete his strength, then delivering a fatal blow. His scheme almost succeeded, but he lost to the Withering and Flourishing Curse.
Lu Xuanji stepped forward to look at the first person of the Chu Country and couldn't help but say, "If I refined his corpse into the Qi of Creation and absorbed it myself, it would be a great supplement... Forget it, it's unnecessary!"
Saying this, he activated the Pure Yang True Flame to begin burning the corpse of the East Pole Celestial Venerable.
Without the support of magical power, his corpse only lasted a moment before turning into ashes and dissipating.
Rumble, rumble!
