Facing the sudden move by Chu Zheng, Nie Longhu suppressed the impulse to counterattack subconsciously.
He didn't sense any killing intent, and besides, without his help, this fellow daoist of unknown origins wouldn't have survived.
Chu Zheng's sword finger pierced through the back of Nie Longhu's head, and in an instant, he extracted the chip within. The repair panel almost simultaneously started operating, completing the repair immediately.
The process was so rapid that Nie Longhu didn't even have time to react. He only felt his thoughts break for an instant, and the chip was already in Chu Zheng's hand.
Crack—
Watching the chip crumble to pieces between Chu Zheng's fingers, a trace of solemnity flashed in Nie Longhu's eyes. He hadn't noticed what technique Chu Zheng had just used.
The only trace left behind was the spiritual energy of nature around them that, in that moment, became much thinner.
That undoubtedly proved that Chu Zheng had just used some kind of divine skill.
