Regarding Shen Xiuhai's kind reminder.
Ye Chenfeng nodded and came to the last Emperor Chamber within the massive stone. He slowly placed his palms in the grooves on the stone, waiting for the power of wind and rain to form.
Shen Xiuhai, Fan Qianrong, and others held their breath at the side. The power of the last Emperor Chamber was certainly no joke, and they wondered how long Ye Chenfeng could hold on.
To raise the fleshly strength of both palms from the late Divine Emperor Realm to the Peak of the Divine Emperor Realm, was definitely not an easy task. Relying solely on one refinement was difficult, so they also did not believe that Ye Chenfeng could successfully elevate the fleshly strength of his palms to the Peak just through this chamber's refinement.
After Ye Chenfeng placed his palms in the grooves, a shredding force like a fierce wind gradually focused on his palms. At first, the force was within his ability to withstand.
As time passed by.
