Upon a close encounter, the overwhelming might of the withered old man nearly shattered Xu Yuan's body and soul.
It was evident,
that the possession and augmentation by Luo Xiran were far from enough for Xu Yuan to stand against Mortal Transcendence, let alone withstand a casual punch from one.
The gap was simply too vast.
As the old man's palm pierced through his chest, watching the madly smiling elder before him, Xu Yuan felt his breathing gradually becoming more difficult.
Fortunately, every inch of flesh and blood in his body was firmly secured by the Black Death Bacterial Armor manipulated by Luo Xiran, preventing his injuries from worsening further.
But soon, as a once Semi-Saint specter and a Primordial powerhouse from the Illusionary Realm, Xu Yuan quickly realized something even more dangerous.
