Hall Lord White Avian nodded slightly. He calmly remained seated, but an illusory white bird appeared behind him. It was a projection of his Essence Soul.
This huge white bird had a majestic aura, but upon careful inspection, it appeared somewhat dispirited. Its feathers were stained with many black spots. The black spots wriggled like tadpoles, trying to spread out, but they were forcefully suppressed.
"It doesn't affect my close-combat strength much," said Hall Lord White Avian calmly. "I can still unleash strength that's close to my peak. However, the constant torture and pain will slowly spread over time. Even if I try my best to suppress it, I can only last another 50,000 to 60,000 years at best."
Realm Ancestor nodded.
