As time went on, Basil Jaak increasingly felt physically exhausted, his body weakened, especially his Dantian and Sea of Qi, feeling unprecedented like a thief had emptied him out.
"If this consumption continues like this, I'll surely be drained to death by them... But, there's no other way!"
Inside Basil Jaak's heart, he was painfully entangled. At this moment, his complexion had already turned haggard, with blood continuously flowing from the corners of his mouth, looking as though he was near death.
Time ticked by second by second, with each second Basil Jaak exhausting his True Qi cultivation...
"Phew!"
Another mouthful of blood spurted out. His True Qi cultivation had been depleted to one thousand one hundred seventy years; Basil Jaak felt the approach of death. When his True Qi was completely drained, it would be the end of his life!
"What should I do... Could it be that, with my strength, I can't even get revenge? I refuse to accept this!"
