After opening his eyes with some difficulty and seeing Tang Thirty-Six's concerned face, Chen Changsheng felt that there was nothing out of the ordinary. However, after seeing that Zhexiu's perpetually indifferent face was actually showing some concern, he couldn't but be a little shocked and then get the impulse to laugh.
His injuries had not been light—his sea of consciousness had been shaken, resulting in his unconscious spell.
It wasn't because of the internal injuries he had received when he had used the Thousand Li Button and collided against the Heavenstone array enveloping Mount Han, but all because of the Demon Lord's distant finger.
At the time, the Demon Lord, standing by the stream and separated from him by a vast distance, had pointed his finger.
He had used the Yellow Paper Umbrella to block this Qi, but he had not been able to block the monstrous might contained within.
"You actually woke up so quickly?"
