Unfortunately, it's too late

The netherworld puppet's wound quickly squirmed and quickly recovered. It once again stood in front of Ling Chuxi to block her.

"Milord, don't worry about us. You go first. After all, the dark death art is an evil art, and it can only preserve twenty percent of your strength before your rebirth. With your strength, you will be able to escape safely. " Lei Wanshan took a step forward and said firmly to Ling Chuxi.

"Say no more, if we're leaving, we'll leave together." Ling Chuxi said.

"Not bad, not bad. You're still unwilling to escape alone at a time like this. If it was in the past, I could've given you a way out, but unfortunately, none of you will be able to escape today! If you obediently surrender, I can ask my master to give you a quick death. " Situ Wuying broke free from Ling Yichen and Gongxi kuangdao's entanglement and flew over to stand in front of Ling Chuxi as he spoke coldly.