Ye Chen's gaze was like a divine lamp, penetrating the Peacock King's body and seeing his primordial spirit, which appeared very withered. Although it was blazing, it was more like the last rays of a sunset, and the primordial spirit could be vaguely sensed to be slowly disintegrating.
Very slowly, but truly beginning to disintegrate, irreversible!
His expression changed drastically; indeed, as the Peacock King said, if things continue like this, within less than a hundred years, the Peacock King's primordial spirit will completely disintegrate.
By then, the Peacock King will face only the path of death and the dissipation of Dao. Even if a Mythical Emperor or Emperor intervenes, they cannot save the Peacock King.
Ye Chen's face looked grim, almost roaring, "Knowing that your primordial spirit has been eroded and is disintegrating, you still dare to act. Are you crazy?"
