The mid-stage Golden Core hoped to drag out the time. Of course, if he could strike the opponent's soul with a Divine Sense attack, that would be even better.
But unfortunately, the opponent merely staggered slightly and continued to step forward.
Alright, it's normal. Anyone carrying a Paralysis Talisman wouldn't be foolish enough not to defend against a Divine Sense attack, right?
So he sent over another message with his Divine Sense, "Young friend, this is a misunderstanding. I am willing to compensate and retreat."
Feng Jun walked up to the person and already saw his face clearly: as thin as a bamboo pole, seemingly a gust of wind could topple him over, with a skull-like head covered in human skin—after attaining his Golden Core, he had evidently encountered quite a few ordeals.
Feng Jun smiled indifferently, casually asking, "Are you trying to buy time?"
