Death Trap

The Innate Mosquito's strength still seemed unfathomably deep to Zhang Chen, even with his current vision.

"The Innate Mosquito hid from the heavenly calamity within the Netherworld. Its strength had fallen without limit, yet it could still battle that Gray Robed Man. According to my memories, that bastard should have been at the Twelfth Order, perhaps even beyond it," Zhang Chen muttered to himself.

However, his cultivation had been too low at the time, and the Six-Word Mantra had restrained the Innate Mosquito. Looking back now, his judgment of the Innate Mosquito was not reliable.

"I should go back and see how my body is doing." Zhang Chen was worried about his own fleshly body, afraid it had rotted away, so he hurriedly returned his Primordial Spirit to the Material World.

As his Primordial Spirit returned to his body, blood began flowing through it again. A gleam appeared in Zhang Chen's eyes. "Not bad! My Blood Sea Great Dao truly is extraordinary. My body still hasn't decayed even now."

After his Primordial Spirit returned to his body, Zhang Chen flexed his limbs. Delight filled his eyes; his body was exactly the same as when he had left it.

Ever since cultivating the Blood Sea Great Dao, Zhang Chen felt that his fleshly body had transcended the mundane and was transforming toward an unknown state.

"My body has already been altered by the Blood Dao and is transforming toward a sacred state. Even if my Primordial Spirit leaves my body, the power of the Blood Dao will still nourish it in the unseen, ensuring that my flesh does not decay." Zhang Chen stood and stretched his limbs, his mood excellent.

But in the next instant, Zhang Chen's expression changed drastically, and panic flashed through his eyes. "This is bad! What's going