What about Zuo Xiaoduo's own true essence qi?!
Wen Xingtian was utterly astonished. Could this kid have compressed his own true essence qi to less than a third of its original volume?
Then why was he still saying he had failed? Judging by his expression as he spoke, he did not look as though he was lying at all...
Determined to get to the bottom of it, Wen Xingtian drove his true essence onward, continuing to press down...
The degree of compression had already exceeded the limit for a genius martial artist. Why had he still not reached it? Why could he still feel nothing?
Had Wen Xingtian opened his eyes at that moment, one would surely have seen two words in them: a capital "FUCKING" in the left and a capital "BEWILDERED" in the right.
What was going on?
He had exceeded the limit and still felt nothing?
Such a vast dantian... how could it have shrunk to a quarter... no, only a fifth now, without that feeling of obstruction and resistance?
He continued...
And continued...
Finally, he felt it! Finally, he touched it...
Huh?
Huh?
Huh?!!
Chapter 115: Passable
He had finally reached the bottom!
He had touched Zuo Xiaoduo's very lowest layer...
But Wen Xingtian was dumbstruck. He froze on the spot!
This was... compressed straight down to one-twentieth? Or how much?
There was actually... only a thin layer left at the very bottom?
How could it be compressed this far?
And this kid actually had not exploded?
He was even complaining that his compression had failed...
For a moment, Wen Xingtian actually felt as though he had no emotions...
Yes, he simply did not know what to feel anymore. He was utterly at a loss.
And another thing...
Fuck, do you call this dense mist?
Yet