The threat of death seemed to instantly reignite the last desperate spark of madness deep within his survival instincts.
Deep inside his battered body, his bones emitted an unbearable cracking sound, and his muscle fibers trembled violently as if they were about to snap at any moment. Even his heavily damaged meridians were forced by his divine soul to squeeze out every last drop of strength.
These streams of power, like trickling rivulets, eventually converged into a torrent that poured into the Kunpeng wings behind him.
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