"Cough—"
A trace of golden blood trickled from the corner of Ye Chen's lips, so dazzling and eye-catching, it shone with resplendent golden light.
Even with the Human Emperor Tower floating above his head, accompanied by ten thousand layers of chaotic ancient energy descending and enveloping him, protecting him, this moment still brought about injuries, making him cough up blood.
After all, given Ye Chen's current state of transforming Divine Power and attacking with the Supreme Daoist Body, it was difficult to actively control the Human Emperor Tower, relying more on passive defense.
Chaotic ancient energy is extraordinary; even a wisp can crush mountains and rivers. Let alone thousands of strands descending, forming an impregnable barrier.
