The Lord of Corpse Control seemed extremely arrogant, but Chen Nan could see that he had already reached the end of his rope and turning things around was basically a fantasy.
However, Chen Nan couldn't help but admire the Lord of Corpse Control's aura. If it weren't for the fact that twenty to thirty more strong individuals from the four sects had shown up, Chen Nan indeed suspected that the Fenglei Pavilion side would find it difficult to handle.
"Senior of Corpse Control, you might as well stop struggling in vain. I suggest you just surrender," Chen Nan called out, enjoying the spectacle.
The Lord of Corpse Control had already depleted all his Divine Power, and his body was riddled with holes, fighting purely on willpower at this point. Hearing Chen Nan's words, his face changed and he spat blood from his mouth.
His aura deflated like a punctured balloon, instantly wilting.
"Boom boom boom..."
