The power of the Golden Immortal soldiers was incredibly strong, compared to the True Immortal soldiers, it was as different as heaven and earth, let alone Feng Mian who was just a Heavenly Immortal, not even as strong as her True Immortal-with-combat-ability.
Even when the cauldron exploded with just a wisp of its power, it sent Feng Mian and her Phoenix Feather flying, and Feng Mian was seriously injured.
"It's now, right?"
With his hands clasped behind his back, Han Li walked step-by-step towards Feng Mian, a faint smile on his face, completing the words Feng Mian hadn't finished.
"You're scheming against me?"
Feng Mian instantly realized that her little movements hadn't escaped Han Li's notice. Han Li had turned the tables on her, and she was truly injured now, her trump card exposed. The chance of turning the tables was slim.
When did this bastard gain control of this Golden Immortal weapon?
"Realizing it now? It's too late."