On the altar, Jiang Churan stared at the figure with a complicated look in her eyes.
After that, he swallowed some medicinal pills and sat down cross-legged, his hands forming a strange gesture in front of him as he began to regulate his breathing.
The goumang silver blade was almost the same as the power of the true spirit and it was wreaking havoc in his body. Not only was his heart on the verge of death, but he was also being protected by a spiritual pill and his cultivation at the peak of martial arts was also starting to collapse.
Even if he could survive today, it would be difficult for him to return to the end of the martial Dao.
In the distant sky, Tian Si was overwhelmed with shock and exclaimed, " "Li Yunxiao? With your current power, how can you suppress the moon eye's will?"
"There's no need to know about someone who's about to die,"
