Jian Wushuang took out nearly 20 Emperor-grade pills and stuffed them into his mouth.
Only then did his shattered Immortal body feel better.
The medicinal effects of 20 Emperor-grade pills were just enough to offset the side effects of using the Emperor's fate energy so rampantly.
If he did not have these miracle pills, he would have died.
"How is it? Is it serious?" Di Qing walked up quickly and said solemnly.
"It's not a big deal, but I'm afraid I'll be weak for a period of time." He smiled bitterly.
"It's fine. Everything is over. It's time for you to have a good rest," Yan Fan patted his shoulder and said.
Jian Wushuang nodded. Everything had been settled. The two Emperor-to-be were dead and there were no more obstacles.
The next thing was to leave the Endless Sea.
Jian Wushuang turned around slowly and looked at the void in the distance.
