Wig White Water Egg held the copper seal tightly, continuously consuming Spiritual Medicine to recover from his injuries. His Descent Body couldn't withstand much longer.
Once he couldn't hold on, the Curse could directly affect his Descent Body through the copper seal.
He glanced towards the deeper part, as if seeing a bud about to bloom in the darkness, swaying like a half-hidden, poised female assassin ready for an ambush.
Wig White Water Egg felt a sudden pang of fear in his heart.
Luckily, it was still some distance from the Undying Mandala, and he didn't need to approach it closely at all.
Otherwise, he would have to seriously consider whether such a risk was worthwhile.
In his hazy memory, some fears occasionally surfaced, and one was related to Immortal Herbs.
In that vague and illusory memory, he vaguely recalled.
There was one guy who was obviously weak, yet made him suffer the greatest defeat.
This was the first fear-inducing incident.
