"What a remarkable body, comparable to an Immortal, probably even those at the early stages of immortality can't match you in physical strength." Zhang Lao'er struck Fang Lin to the ground with his palm, shook his slightly numbed hand, and couldn't help but praise.
Despite several attacks from both Zhang Lao'er and Wu Laosan, Fang Lin was unharmed, without a scratch, while they were exhausted themselves.
Wu Laosan's face was grim, and the killing intent in his eyes intensified. Unable to harm Fang Lin for so long, he was already extremely impatient.
Fang Lin stood up, looked at Zhang Lao'er and Wu Laosan above, and his face was not pleasant either. Although unhurt, being hit like this continuously was not a solution.
Fang Lin's body was formidable, but it still had limits. If Zhang Lao'er and Wu Laosan continued attacking, Fang Lin's body would eventually be broken.
Then, with his body broken and no cultivation left, Fang Lin would face imminent death.
