This time, it came even more fiercely than before, and Jun Mochen's expression twisted into something exceptionally savage.
"Qin Luo, I'll kill you!" Jun Mochen roared. A thought even surfaced in his mind—to fight Qin Luo to the bitter end, to simply give up and drag Qin Luo down with him even if he died.
But before that thought could even spark into flame, he forcibly snuffed it out.
Jun Mochen was now trapped between advancing and retreating. This immortal medicine would not be so easy to obtain; countless restrictions still lay ahead.
In Mang Ya and the Shadow Demon Tiger's eyes, something terrifying had already happened to Jun Mochen.
Jun Mochen's hair turned gray-white in an instant. His body abruptly became incomparably aged, and the flesh on him was continuously falling away.
"Young Master!" Mang Ya cried out, his voice filled with deep concern.
Jun Mochen still maintained his forward-moving posture, but his steps had become extraordinarily slow.
Rumble!
A clap of thunder rang out from the sky, and the entire secret realm underwent an unimaginable, terrifying upheaval.
The ground trembled without end, as though an earth dragon were turning over in its sleep.
"Not good!" Xuan Minglong had only just looted some good things when this sudden change occurred, leaving him feeling especially troubled.
A sigh sounded beside Jun Mochen's ear. Then, Jun Mochen seemed to see a pair of invisible hands carrying that immortal medicine over to him.
That was right—it was being handed to him.
Force-feeding him! Forcefully stuffing food into his mouth.
But it was not Heaven's Will. It was the lingering remnant consciousness of the Human Sovereign here.
"Take it. Perhaps it can save your life." An ancient, weathered voice sounded beside Jun Mochen's ear.
Jun Mochen did not hesitate. He swallowed it