"Don't worry, I know my limits," Lin Zifeng smiled, although he seemed relaxed, he was actually quite tense inside, but at this moment, he couldn't afford to think too much; the pressure on him was immense.
His cultivation was much weaker compared to his peers.
Without pressure, how can one become strong?
Only at the edge of life and death can one unleash human potential and perform beyond limits.
In his heart, he was also afraid of dying.
Fate is like drawing lots; sometimes you've worked really hard but all you get is nothing!
"But... yes."
Huo Zhengfeng knew he could no longer persuade Lin Zifeng.
Holding his wound, he sighed helplessly and gave up.
"Brother, if you really can't hold on the stage later, sometimes pride is worthless; you can only turn the tables if you stay alive." Shuobude heavily patted Lin Zifeng on the shoulder.
The implication was clear: if Lin Zifeng truly couldn't withstand it, even escaping wouldn't be shameful.
