Once his cultivation had recovered, Chen Feng immediately tried to stabilize his form.
But the chaos streams were too terrifying, and there was a raging devouring force below, pulling Chen Feng relentlessly downward.
It was like the gaping maw of a dragon, seeking to swallow Chen Feng whole.
Chen Feng's scalp tingled, and he violently summoned the Godslaying Sword, attempting to stab it into the edge to slow his descent.
But this time, the sharp Godslaying Sword did not succeed.
"Damn it, I was careless."
Chen Feng shouted out, a chill running through his heart.
Could it be that this time, he was really going to meet his end here?
In the blink of an eye, Chen Feng had no time to think about anything else.
As he continued to fall, Chen Feng's body was battered by the chaotic streams to the point where his bones were exposed, making him look like a ghastly ghost.
In such a state, he truly was half dead.
