At this moment, Liu Feng was like a puppet pinned by a nail, helplessly watching his soul twist and struggle beneath the Divine Position, yet it was still unable to move it by even a fraction.
"As long as you spare me today, I will obey your commands in the future." Seeing that his struggles were in vain, Liu Feng quickly softened his tone, his voice full of humility. He truly did not want to die; he had already become an immortal Divine Spirit, with endless life ahead. How could he willingly meet his demise?
The most crucial thing was that he was now less than thirty meters from the Miluo River. Once he crossed this short distance, the world would be his oyster, ready for him to soar freely. It was when he could usher in his own era, and he couldn't simply resign himself to fate.
