Decrees, Decree Residue, in Fu Qian's view, were all similar to a form of power akin to an aura.
The feeling was that in such a confrontation, one's level determined everything.
Considering that he was a legit Demigod, a bona fide Third Phase Transcendent.
So, what level did this moon above his head belong to?
Feeling his body becoming increasingly heavy, Fu Qian let out a sincere sigh.
That's right, in Fu Qian's judgement, the source of these spots on his body and the resulting discomfort was not the ubiquitous shadows, but the moon in the sky.
The reason was simple, there wasn't a strong feeling of abnormality when moving from upstairs to downstairs just now.
If there really was something hidden in the shadows, it should have started from that moment on.
Instead, in the span of a few moments, as he wandered a few times at the edge of light and shadow, various shapes had appeared on his body, to the point where even lifting his arms became difficult.
