"Aren't they trying to welcome some bullshit Weaver? I refuse to give them the satisfaction!"
This was the final, defiant roar of a dying man in this goddamn world.
The next moment, his expression turned savage. With a sudden burst of strength, he began to rip the crystal out of his own chest!
"AH!!!"
The parasitic Divine Thought let out a despairing shriek.
"Do it now!!!"
Li Wei roared, using the last of his strength.
Han Feng moved.
He drained the last of his Spiritual Power, condensing a faint yet exceptionally pure Sword Aura at his fingertip.
This sword was not meant for killing.
But to sever.
Body Technique·Reversal of Heaven and Earth!
Han Feng's figure cut a bizarre trajectory through the air, appearing before Li Wei in an instant.
His finger jabbed forward.
It struck the last few blood vessels connecting the dark purple crystal to Li Wei's flesh.
POP!
The blood vessels snapped.
