“Haha, what a surprise, little bastard! Your resilience is truly remarkable—still brimming with life even after burning your blood and jumping from a cliff.”1

As Chen Fan and Qin Yao were on the verge of leaving the desert, a voice echoed from a distance, making them pause and gaze ahead simultaneously.0

“Zhong Li!”0

Chen Fan’s gaze suddenly turned cold when he saw the rapidly approaching figure.0

“That’s right, it’s me.” Zhong Li descended from the sky.0

Looking at Chen Fan mockingly, he said, “It's genuinely surprising, little bastard. You really survived. Yang Feng and the others told me this, but after seeing you… Truly astonishing.”1

Zhong Li's sharp gaze scrutinized Chen Fan from head to toe. “A miracle, indeed. Surviving is one thing,...0