Wind Thunder Houn, under the siege of the burly man, has grown impatient and roared chillingly.
"Just hand over the Thunderstorm Crystal, and I'll leave."
The burly man, too, was exhausted and spoke in a deep tone.
"Damn it, I thought you dared to trouble the Wind Thunder Houn because you had some trump card or technique. It turns out you just wanted to persistently entangle until the opponent has no choice but to hand over the item?"
Lu Changsheng looked at the burly man in the sky somewhat speechlessly.
However, he thought it was normal; at this level of strength, to truly fight to the death and determine the winner, a price must be paid.
Even a minor injury or damage to Magical Treasures would require a lot of time, even years or decades, to recover.
Therefore, under the situation of absolute necessity, no Nascent Soul Immortal would fight with all their might.
"Since you refuse to recognize what's good for you, this king shall grant your wish!"
