"Senior White, I'm going to die," Song Shuhang's primordial spirit announced, raising his hand to send a voice transmission.
Previously, when his iron skull was still intact, he had managed only to drill a tiny dot into the Tribulation Transcender's void with all his might. Now, with his toughest skull deposited at the Tribulation Transcender's void node, trying to create a hole sixty times larger with just his primordial spirit would surely cause it to collapse, wouldn't it?
As he spoke, his primordial spirit suddenly felt as if it had been electrocuted. Waves of numbness washed over him, bringing both pain and a refreshing sensation.
At the same time, intermittent information from the secret appraisal technique began to flood his mind again.
