"Hm? Still not dead?"
Lin Chang'sheng sent his divine sense into the Soul Banner's space and found that four days had already passed; yet the Corpse Evil Daoist was still stubbornly hanging on, not slain by the array.
But he wasn't in good shape either—wounds covering his body, thick black smoke seeping from within him, clearly invaded by evil qi.
"You little bastard, where did you learn such a powerful array?"
The Corpse Evil Daoist asked, unsure whether to be more scared or angry.
This array was even stronger than his own Corpse Evil Immortal Destruction Array.
He feared he wouldn't be able to escape here alive.
"Already struggling to hold on?"
Lin Chang'sheng sneered, "I thought you were something special! Spit out what you want to say now—otherwise, you won't get another chance after you're dead!"
"You let me out, and I'll tell you anything you want to know!"
The Corpse Evil Daoist shouted while struggling to fend off the attacks.
