The chaotic Divine Techniques were like a storm, with vital energy pouring into the void. The Dao kept converging and then shattering continuously. The figures of Qin San and Luo Er collided like comets in the night sky, and even the aftermath of their clash was enough to make the second layer of the stone stairway tremble.
Fan Wubing had calmed down.
He knew it was impossible to delay any longer. The key now was to understand the fundamental principle behind how the curse worked to find a way to counter it. In his perception, it felt like an invisible will was continuously trying to descend upon him.
And his severed right shoulder couldn't regrow because of the oppression from this invisible will.
Even though his blood had fully replenished.
