As Ning Fan fell, the world once again turned into a vast white fog-filled realm.
Then, within that white mist, Ning Fan's shattered body began to reassemble, bit by bit, reappearing between heaven and earth.
"I'm completely no match at all. In front of the Ant Lord at full strength, I actually can't even run away…"
Ning Fan gave a slight bitter smile; after the bitter smile, cold light kept surging in his eyes.
The other party actually wants to kill him a hundred times in a dream! Even if it's a Saint's Soul Dispersion, that's far too arrogant!
A Saint's Soul Dispersion, in the end, is not a true Saint! You can kill me a hundred times, a thousand times, but as long as you slip even once, I'll see you damned for all eternity!
"This palace already said, I will kill you a hundred times. Now there are still ninety‑nine left…"
The white mist before his eyes was suddenly blown away by a raging wind!
