Still, Qin Chen was confident in the Myriad Demon Talisman.
No matter how powerful this ancient dragon became now, it probably couldn't recover to the realm it had been in back when it was alive. The current situation should only be a superficial phenomenon.
Even if Qin Chen stopped now, the ancient dragon would be powerless to turn the situation around. It would die at any moment.
The power of the Myriad Demon Talisman had yet to fully erupt, but the ancient dragon was already on the verge of collapsing.
It cried bitterly in its heart. Why was the younger generation so abnormal? Even in the ancient era, treasures like the Myriad Demon Talisman were the trump cards of various large factions.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, no faction would use it.
Yet, it clearly didn't see any heartache on this human junior's face. He didn't seem to care about this treasure at all.
Qin Chen had seen many treasures.
