"Cough, cough, cough."
Chen Yuan stood there, trembling.
His Divine Skills shattered, his physical body began to decay, his Immortal Yuan Power had depleted to the extreme, nearly exhausted, and at this moment even ordinary mana could no longer be sustained.
Continuous battles, excessive use of Immortal Rule Divine Power and various Great Divine Powers, this had already far exceeded the scope of a Nascent Soul, even having Immortal Yuan Power was not enough.
Despite this.
At this moment, there was still not a trace of fear on Chen Yuan's face.
Just as he was preparing to forcibly exert the power of the Primordial Spirit.
Chen Yuan suddenly laughed, a laughter full of surprise and innocence, as if he had obtained some precious treasure.
"What are you laughing at?"
Ji Wu slightly furrowed his brow, looking at him coldly, just like observing a fish on a chopping board, completely unable to flounder.
