The others, however, looked at him expectantly.
Chu Feng felt like crying. He finally understood the saying: "You have to see your own boasts through, even if it means crawling on your knees."
He still insisted, "Thirty percent is no big deal."
Is it really no big deal?
The crowd eyed him suspiciously because his forehead had already begun to sweat.
Old Yuan exclaimed, his eyes widening, "Thirty-one percent!"
"Thirty-two percent..."
A few minutes later, it reached forty percent.
Forty percent yin energy was a Yellow-Grade Third Order disaster.
Chu Feng almost spat blood. With the yin energy at forty percent, wouldn't going in be a death sentence?
As it turned out, after the yin energy reached forty percent, it continued to grow slowly.
Seeing everyone staring at the device, Chu Feng quickly picked up the phone and yelled, "Mom! What did you say? Grandma's dying?"
