This special realm had helped him escape from death several times.
Cao Zhengyang coughed dryly and said, "Nonsense, this is clearly my experience."
Then, his expression suddenly turned serious as he looked at the spiritual incense in his hand and extinguished it.
"Five hours, even if bitten once, a Divinity Transformation Realm Perfection can only last five hours at most!"
Cao Zhengyang turned toward the Golden Thunder Sect's direction, his tone murderous, "Before the situation escalates, we must eliminate the hidden threat posed by the Golden Thunder Sect!"
Mo Xingjian nodded in agreement, "Indeed, the Corpse Yin Sect would never have imagined that the corpse nourishing land they accidentally left behind years ago would poison a Divinity Transformation powerhouse over time."
"This is what you call fate's irony. Back then, the strongest of the Corpse Yin Sect was probably just a Nascent Soul Realm," Gao Xuan remarked with emotion.
