The means by which this person's Primordial Spirit searches are indeed strange and powerful.
He pondered countermeasures in his heart. As he felt that muddled feeling resurfacing, Chen Yan made a quick decision and bit down hard on his lips!
The sharp pain on his lips, the blood flowing, the taste of rust filling his mouth, once again awakened his conscious mind.
Yet Chen Yan dared not let go, just clenched his lips harder, allowing his teeth to break his lips open, hoping that the pain would last a little longer and keep him awake.
And at that moment, he raised his head to look outside the tree hollow, and his heart suddenly sank!!
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Just above the big tree where Chen Yan was hiding, slightly to the south, a figure was floating in mid-air!
The figure was dressed in a profound black robe, with a long sword strapped to his back — it was clearly the golden Flying Sword.
