Recently, the Wind Venerable had guided them diligently without asking for any reciprocation. They all owed him a great debt of gratitude. Whether it was Jian Chen or Sacredfeather, they all hoped the Wind Venerable could survive.
“Senior Wind, I'm completely out of chaotic essence blood. This is all that I can do.” Jian Chen's face was terrifyingly pale. He seemed like a corpse.
That was not all. Even his body had completely shrivelled up. He looked like a wooden log that had lost all life many years ago. He was only skin and bones.
He had already offered up all the chaotic essence blood in his body, without a single droplet remaining. His vitality had dried up. He was extremely feeble.
Chapter end
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