Facing the thousands upon thousands of troops ahead, Chen Fei's expression did not change. The instant he clearly saw his surroundings, he began trying to sense himself.
A powerful feeling of constraint came over him. His once vast and surging soul power had now been shackled layer upon layer and suppressed in the deepest part of his Sea of Consciousness, unable to move.
Only that speck of Dark Gold Starlight formed by the Indestructible True Nature Spirit Light Mirror still flickered at the center of his Sea of Consciousness, preserving his most basic clarity of Spiritual Sense. But that was all; he could not draw upon even a fraction of it externally.
As for the vast primordial energy and physique of the Great Cang Realm Mid-stage, enough to stir heaven and earth, they had been completely sealed away, utterly beyond his perception.
Within his meridians and dantian, there was nothing at all—not a trace of primordial energy flowing. Even his perception of the Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth had become faint and intermittent.
At this moment, the only power Chen Fei could clearly sense was the Strength of Muscles, Bones, Qi, and Blood of his body itself, slightly beyond that of an ordinary person.
This strength was roughly equivalent to the peak level of a gifted mortal general seasoned by countless battlefields. He could draw a Three-stone Strong Bow and lift a Thousand-jin Cauldron, but no more than that.
Compared with the immense might of Great Cang Realm cultivators, who could shatter space with a casual strike, it was utterly incomparable.
His soul was sealed, his primordial energy was gone, and all he had left was a robust Mortal Body... along with this bloodstained spear in his hand and this damaged suit of heavy armor on his body.
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