Ye Qiu woke up, he didn't know how much time had passed, only could feel that he was very weak, so weak that it was hard to continue activating the Taihuang Bell.
Everything around was pitch black, nothing could be seen, as if he had arrived in an endless dark world.
Ye Qiu withdrew his gaze and first checked his own condition.
When he saw that his soul power was only the size of a fingernail, Ye Qiu couldn't even force a bitter smile.
With so little soul power, any martial artist with some strength could kill him.
Ye Qiu's strength had reached an all-time low.
Not to mention his flesh was gone, even his soul power had become so feeble.
But Ye Qiu was not angry because of this; instead, he felt a bit grateful that he was still alive.
Knowing that he was faced with the attack of a powerful being at the Heavenly Realm level, a strength level far above him.
