Looking at his now short arms and legs, Zheng Yichen sighed deeply, this time his body shrinking was much more severe than the last. The previous occasion was simply a matter of losing a few years, but this time it was a direct halving.
This made Zheng Yichen somewhat anxious; the serpent's exuvia ability from the great snake, although a lifesaver, was clearly not an unconditional escape from death. If the consumption was too great, or the damage sustained was too severe, it was unlikely that he could be fully brought back.
Barely scraping through, was there any remaining combat strength? Perhaps enough to leave a whole corpse?
"Should have retained more life essence at the time," Zheng Yichen said to himself as he sat on the motorcycle, looking around at the Abyss's broken walls. There were no longer any visible flesh and blood materials in the environment, only petrified flesh and piercing cold.
