Xiao Chen, his consciousness blurred, was already on the brink of death, his body pierced through by three battle swords. Even the greatest Divine Skills could hardly make him safe and sound. Even though the swords did not release the kind of energy that could destroy the heavens and the earth, such a simple physical attack was beyond what Xiao Chen could bear.
If they were ordinary, would Primitive, Heaven-reaching, Laozi, and others bother to snatch it?
The sixarated acupoints in Xiao Chen's body, transformed into gods, slowly overflowed with strands of life essence, giving Xiao Chen's near-collapsed flesh and blood a glimmer of life. It was like the cracked earth suddenly flowing with streams of life essence, this was the most effective replenishment.
