Xu Zhi turned around and looked at the Thunder monarch, long Wuming, and the others.
They were the first batch of players, and their minds and thoughts were gradually consumed by the incense.
The incense was poisonous.
The more power of incense one used, the more serious the assimilation would be.
Back then, most of these people's consciousness had also been eroded. In the later generations, although the side effects of incense were completely resolved, they had already lost many things.
He was already more rotten than people like nüb and pheasant age. He no longer had the ability to innovate and was completely stuck.
He was already half a Joss flame God.
Now, although they were all ninth-rank Dao cultivators under the worship of tens of billions of seventh-rank transcendent beings and had endless physical strength, they did not have the ability to advance and innovate.
