Sugar-Coated Bullets

Seeing the Black Dragon Ancestor recover straight to his peak, Shen Fan tightened his grip on the Silver Dragon Spear. Deep in his eyes, there was no fear—only a surging Fighting Spirit.

It was true that the Black Dragon Ancestor was the strongest Evil God he had ever encountered. Even he had no certainty of victory.

But weren't enemies like this exactly what gave him the drive to keep advancing?

After breaking through to the late True Realm, Shen Fan had thought he could take a rest for a while. After all, he had nearly reached the very summit of this Origin World. He was just one step away from touching the limits of this world.

His own combat strength had even crossed that threshold.

But in the end, he was still one step short. Especially against a powerhouse like the Black Dragon Ancestor, who had clearly reached the peak long ago, Shen Fan's own reserves seemed a little inadequate.

If he could also reach the True Realm Peak, then no matter how heaven-defying the Black Dragon Ancestor's recovery was, he could absolutely suppress him.

Instead, as things stood, there was still a very real chance he would be defeated!

Shen Fan's Fighting Spirit soared, but his current condition was actually far from good. His earlier struggle with the Black Dragon Ancestor, and his effort to forcibly break through the Black Lightning prison, had consumed a great deal of his True Realm Power.

Now, he had less than sixty percent of his peak True Realm Power left in his body!

Facing the Black Dragon Ancestor, who had returned to his peak, put immense pressure on Shen Fan.

Normally, Shen Fan would probably have seen the writing on the wall and run for the hills already. But this time, that thought