His entire left arm was like a piece of charcoal, devoid of sensation, hard as stone.
He wouldn't even notice if it were chopped.
"Yin energy has solidified, obstructing the meridians."
"For the next three months, I can only exert up to sixty percent of my strength. It seems I must not be careless."
After checking his injuries, Fang Zheng let out a small sigh of relief.
The injuries were not light, but fortunately, they didn't harm the foundation; it's just a matter of time and effort, not the real problem.
But rather...
"Wooo!"
The Five Ghosts' Pouch trembled slightly, and five ghosts flew out, transforming into five strands of black smoke dancing and weaving in the air.
It was different from before.
Now, the ghost bodies of the five ghosts were solidified—and when they stopped, aside from their feet not touching the ground, they were no different from the living.
This was the state of evil qi entering the body and primordial yin solidifying.
