The green combat Qi rolled around Xiao Chen, revealing a robust figure from time to time. The sky boomed, and a gale blew fiercely.
At this moment, Xiao Chen had exhausted all his strength. He had been at a standstill with the Grand Elder of the Bao Xiang Tribe for a long time, and as time went on, it was certain that the Gu Yuan Clan and he himself were badly wounded.
The elder before him was currently the strongest opponent Xiao Chen had ever encountered. Despite giving his all, it seemed that he could only maintain an undefeated stance. To truly defeat this man, he would need to pay a significant price.
Xiao Chen knew that as an old fox who had cultivated for a hundred years and experienced countless battles, trying to defeat him with cunning might be unrealistic at this moment. It seemed inevitable to exchange wounds for wounds, and put his life on the line.
