After fleeing for nearly ten thousand miles, Li Chen's strength was gradually waning. He saw a river below and descended rapidly like a gliding eagle.
The small river flowed gently, its surface as clear as a mirror, reflecting the images upon it.
Li Chen saw his own face, which had noticeably aged, with even some wrinkles appearing, and his expression immediately darkened.
He was very aware that this was the Withered Wood Curse subtly acting up.
Moreover, as the True Yuan within him circulated faster, the onset of the Withered Wood Curse became more severe.
It seemed he needed to quickly find a safe place to dispel this curse.
Otherwise, the ticking time bomb within him was bound to cause a major incident sooner or later.
According to Li Chen's capabilities, he wasn't unable to dissolve the Withered Wood Curse—it just required time.
And given the current circumstances, time was the very thing he lacked.
