Reviving a Sacred Soldier took over ten minutes, during which he intervened seven or eight times, slaying more than half of the high-level experts of the Divine Clan.
The achievements were astonishing, shocking everyone.
Similarly, the Dantian, Zhou Tian, and meridians within Chen Pingping's body sustained severe depletion. Even with the replenishment of Spirit Pills, his foundation was injured.
If he were to forcibly join the subsequent battles, his cultivation would inevitably encounter serious problems.
As for the trump card he spoke of, it was something he had taken from the ancestral land of the Divine Clan, with which he could threaten them.
Of course, he didn't want to resort to that unless it was absolutely necessary, as a last step.
Now, hearing Mo Lai's words and recalling what the dean had said earlier, Chen Pingping hesitated, his resolve wavering.
This slaughter had started because of him, and now he was about to become a deserter. It was an unpleasant feeling.
