"I hope... he can survive."
The impression Chu Huan had once given Qin Shaofeng was not quite that of an iron-blooded hard man, but neither was he someone easily moved by anything.
Yet at this moment, two streams of tears slid down from the corners of Chu Huan's eyes.
Boom! Boom!
Two more self-destructions rang out.
Unlike before.
In an instant, Ten Million Venerables' attention was drawn to the sudden changes appearing on Chu Huan's body.
"Those two have a problem!"
Ten Million Venerables furrowed his brow tightly.
Faintly, the cultivation of a Venerable and countless years of brushing past death made him keenly aware that something bad seemed to be happening.
Yet no matter how he observed, he could not find the source of that ominous premonition.
In his hesitation.
His expression suddenly changed again.
It was not because he had discovered anything, but because something had changed on the side of the avatar he had sent out.
Or rather, Qin Shaofeng had changed.
Because of the Forbidden Cultivators, Ten Million Venerables could not muster even the slightest killing intent toward Qin Shaofeng.
For that very reason, he allowed Qin Shaofeng to use his avatar to temper his martial skills.
Qin Shaofeng also knew that he understood far, far too little about this battle. Even if Old Ancestor Gusu seemed to have great expectations for him, it was nearly impossible for him to truly accomplish anything.
Not to mention that if he was truly needed, Old Ancestor Gusu would certainly notify him.
But just as he was immersed in the delight of his combat strength continuously rising.
As though he had faintly touched the edge of even greater combat strength, he abruptly discovered that all the spiritual energy within his body had fallen into chaos.
It was