"What are you doing?" Li Miaoyin became alert and grabbed Zhang Fan's wrist.
"I want to save him."
"No, what's your relationship with him? That's the Great Night, he can't be saved, don't drag yourself down." Zhang Wuming couldn't help but say.
"He's my Evil God!" Zhang Fan pondered slightly and did not hide it.
"Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, Divine Splitting Technique!?" Li Miaoyin exclaimed.
"Brother, you're crazy..." Zhang Wuming's brow twitched, looking at Zhang Fan, also revealing an incredulous expression.
Cultivating both the Refined Divine Demon Holy Embryo and the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, such a reckless act is akin to courting death, as if dying isn't fast enough.
Zhang Fan remained silent, with a faint light flickering in the center of his brow, rising and not extinguishing, as if his Primordial Spirit was about to emerge.
"Then you absolutely cannot."
Li Miaoyin held Zhang Fan's hand tightly and shook her head.
