"Huff!"
High in the sky, Feng Wuchen finally let out a sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxing, as exhaustion washed over his entire being in an instant.
This battle had drained Feng Wuchen of all his strength, leaving him extremely weak.
The weakness was bothersome, but what pained Feng Wuchen more was the extreme soreness in his muscles, a feeling more unbearable than a thousand swords piercing his heart.
The Yan Sheng Decree could quickly heal injuries, but it couldn't restore strength.
Feng Wuchen's condition was a symptom of divine energy depletion.
"I didn't expect to exhaust so much of the Blood Sword's power." Feng Wuchen shook his head helplessly, his face twitching from the pain in his sore muscles as he spoke.
He had painstakingly allowed the Blood Sword to absorb a great deal of essence blood, yet this battle consumed more than half of it, leaving Feng Wuchen's heart bleeding.
