Another twenty or so days had passed. Chu Feng was on the verge of tears. He had truly shrunk into a one-year-old child. The baby’s fat was obvious and his face was full of collagen.
“I am Demon King Chu!”
He swung his arms with all his might, but his fierce appearance actually looked somewhat laughable.
He sat on the ground with a face full of worry. What should he do? Could it be that he was going to disappear at the end of his youth?
Should he continue gambling?
The baby’s face was full of collagen and chubby. He was clearly worried, but he seemed to be absent-minded. There was no sign of worry at all.
In the past two months, he had refined the dense yin energy in his body. It had decreased by a lot, but it was still not completely gone. One could imagine the terrifying energy he had brought with him when he charged into the final realm of reincarnation.
Boom!
There was a violent tremor and movement on the ground.
