"Damn, this is a big problem."
Chen Feng sat cross-legged in the room, looking at the void where his inner strength used to be, feeling a sense of wanting to cry but having no tears.
Now, he was no different from a slightly stronger ordinary person; although he knew techniques, without inner strength, they were powerless. The Tathagata Divine Palm without the support of inner strength was just a slap, good enough to slap someone's face but to hurt someone? Dream on!
In the current situation, without any treasure, amongst the polluted air, using the normal methods, it would take at least one year to regain his original level. He couldn't possibly wait that long. The guy who fired rockets at them yesterday was still eyeing them covetously. His whereabouts must have been betrayed, and any moment now, the enemy might locate his true self,
"No, I must think of a solution."
