At this moment, the Nether Ancestor was already at the end of his strength. After being continuously attacked by Xia Feng for three months, he hadn't failed to consider a counterattack.
But this kid seemed very strange, slippery like an eel, difficult to catch.
After finally seizing a chance to strike hard, Xia Feng quickly disappeared from right under his nose.
Before he could react to attack the surrounding Divine Race, Xia Feng suddenly reappeared in place, as if he had never disappeared.
The wounds on his body had astonishingly healed completely in the span of just one hour.
By now, the Nether Ancestor was convinced this kid was a bit uncanny.
He felt a bit panicked, thinking that he hadn't died at the hands of Creation back then; surely he wouldn't die now at the hands of this young upstart?
Thinking of this, the Nether Ancestor spoke with a trace of urgency: "Kid, you don't have the power to kill me."
