Luan Xianyuan stared wide-eyed at Chen Fei, disbelief in his gaze—or rather, a kind of blank stupefaction.
The Substitute Spirit Soul was of an extremely high grade. As long as it did not encounter a plane with a Realm Lord, there had never been a precedent of it failing. It was precisely because he possessed such a supreme treasure that Luan Xianyuan had been so confident.
Even if he truly could not contend for the position of Realm Lord, Luan Xianyuan would not worry that his life was in danger. No matter what situation he encountered, as long as the Ruin Realm had yet to give birth to a Realm Lord, he could leave this place safely.
But at this moment, Luan Xianyuan instinctively lowered his head and looked below at that incomparably familiar body. At the same time, endless weakness began to surge over him. This was his vitality draining away, and in an extremely severe manner.
Ever since stepping onto the path of cultivation, Luan Xianyuan had never felt this kind of weakness again.
He was going to die here. While possessing the Substitute Spirit Soul, he was going to suffer Dao Dissipation and die in a plane without a Realm Lord!
The moment this thought appeared in his mind, Luan Xianyuan's somewhat dazed eyes changed instantly, and an extreme unwillingness surged out like a raging tide.
How could he die here? He had not yet become a Realm Lord. In order to break through to the position of Realm Lord, how much had he and his father paid?
How could he die here? How could he possibly die here!
From Luan Xianyuan's sleeve, several majestic streams of light flew out, about to mend his current injuries and replenish the vitality he had lost.
Chen Fei looked coldly