"What happened to him? Why is his aura weakening so quickly?"
"An unparalleled secret art this astonishing must consume an incredible amount of energy. It was already a miracle that this Human Race youth lasted a few breaths. Now, his lamp must be running out of oil!"
"He fought such a spectacular battle, only to die here in the end. What a pity!"
Soon, many creatures noticed the change in Xiao Chen and whispered among themselves. Some mighty demons who were usually on good terms with the Black-Armored Dragon Tortoise Beast felt deep regret. A peerless youth as breathtakingly talented as Xiao Chen should not die here. It would be a wanton waste of heaven's gifts.
"Our benefactor seems to be failing. His aura is weakening rapidly!"
"This is bad! The ancestor hasn't broken through yet. He still needs a little more time!"
"Damn it! Why am I so weak that I can't ease our benefactor's burdens?"
The turtle descendants also saw that Xiao Chen was weakening rapidly. His face was pale, his Demonic Light dim; he was already an arrow at the end of its flight. They all paced in frantic circles!
"Now I understand why he named himself the King of Misfortune. His luck really is rotten!"
"Even with a Heaven-Piercing Mystic Art that can raise his strength without limit for a short time, he's still as weak as an ant before the Flood Dragon Ancestor!"
"The dust has settled. His death is sealed!"
The Myriad Dynasty Prodigies shook their heads, lamenting Xiao Chen's terrible fortune. From beginning to end, he had done everything perfectly. First, he had provoked infighting between the Black Feather Tiger Lord and the Crimson Flood Dragon King. Then, he had unleashed a peerless Divine Ability, forcibly raised his cultivation realm, and slain the