Deng Xin's injuries are getting worse. If this continues, he will perish here sooner or later.

He knew he couldn't go on like this, so he ran towards Gun King Lü Yi.

How could Ao Ling possibly grant him his wish? She couldn't just give up the advantages she had worked so hard to build.

She revealed herself and blocked his way.

Deng Xin gritted his teeth, "Weren't you good at hiding? How come you finally decided to come out?"

Ao Ling was in a good mood. "Mind your own business."

Deng Xin was furious. His tungsten hammer gleamed with a sinister light as he brutally smashed Ao Ling.

Ao Ling pointed her finger, and a spatial shield formed, blocking Deng Xin's attack.

Deng Xin was so shocked by the distance that he staggered.

At this moment, Ao Ling flashed behind him, her expression majestic, and unleashed a powerful dragon punch—the Mighty Dragon Fist.

Deng Xin sensed a chilling atmosphere when suddenly a high-pitched and majestic dragon roar resounded.

His heart skipped a beat, a sense of crisis gripped him, making him feel uneasy, and he instinctively tried to protect his vitals with the tungsten hammer.

"Spatial confinement!" Ao Ling shouted.

Deng Xin was horrified to find that the tungsten hammer he had just lifted was incredibly heavy and he couldn't move it.

It would be very difficult for Ao Ling to completely imprison Deng Xin using spatial power, but she could still manage to target a specific area and buy a short period of time.

Now, at this critical moment, she has used spatial confinement to buy herself a moment's time.

Her fist flashed with azure and white light, accompanied by bursts of dragon roars, and slammed hard into Deng Xin's face.

Deng Xin felt a deadly threat and suddenly pulled out the tungsten hammer, which he actually succeeded in doing.

However, Ao Ling's fist, covered in dense scales, slammed into his head with a loud thud.

Deng Xin, the Hammer King of the Three Emperors Palace, has fallen.