“Hahaha… stop wasting your energy. You can’t hurt me.”0

Sacred True Lord Erlang laughed like a madman when Ye Qing was foiled yet again. “Surrender, and I will grant you a swift death!”2

“Will you?” Ye Qing smirked. “Can’t you feel that something is wrong?”0

“Wrong? What is?” Sacred True Lord Erlang scoffed. “Playing pretend until the very end, demon?”0

“You’re the one who’s playing pretend.” Ye Qing let out a cold chuckle. “Don’t you feel that your recovery speed is slowing down? That your strength is weakening?”0

“What do you mean?” Sacred True Lord Erlang’s smile stiffened.0

Now that Ye Qing mentioned it, the god realized that something was wrong. At the beginning, he would instantly recover to full health no matter how serious his injuries were. But now, his broken arm had only...0