Chen Mo's figure swayed slightly.
The subconscious move just now had almost drained him of his True Yuan and Soul Power, and his consciousness was gradually becoming blurred.
Then, like a kite whose string had snapped, he fell downward.
Whoosh—
Zhong Lihe's figure appeared out of nowhere, catching him steadily.
Seeing the faintly disappearing mark, his eyes were complex, filled with joy, excitement, confusion... and a hint of concern.
"A million divine soldiers bow their heads, iron water pouring down the galaxy, that's right..."
"Ever since that man fell, the Soldier Control Seal has chosen a master for the first time, doesn't this mean he's the next..."
"I've waited here for decades in vain, finally, it's here!"
"But Princess over there..."
Zhong Lihe looked somewhat hesitant.
