Only Fan Yao’s terror filled cry lingered in the ancient mountain forest.

Zhou Yuan indifferently looked at the enormous crack before him from the giant pit. Moments later, the ageless yellow receded from his eyes, along with the crystal layer on his arm.

Urgh!

As the power faded from his body, Zhou Yuan’s expression suddenly changed slightly. Bloody wounds abruptly began to appear on his body, a sign that his flesh was being ripped apart.

Especially his arm, where an indescribable pain was surging from. His skin seemed to unravel thread by thread, as blood poured out, running along his arm and flowing down his fingertips.

Zhou Yuan grimaced in pain. He knew that the power that had flooded into him earlier had been too great, and his body had been incapable of bearing the burden, leading to these...