"This is your own doing!" bellowed the Heavenly Evil True Monarch, his gaze filled with malice as an overwhelming aura surged to the heavens, and his fist intent shook the very earth.
Chen Yuan was mighty, but through the eyes of someone at the Golden Core Stage, such an Immortal Technique, no matter how powerful, shouldn't be something a practitioner at the Early Stage of Dao Condensation could continuously use.
To forcibly use such a secret technique required the consumption of not just True Yuan but also life expectancy.
He did not believe that Chen Yuan could still wield such an Immortal Technique.
After all, the dense web of cracks on Chen Yuan's body had already said it all.
"Is that so?"
Chen Yuan's pupils, like the Yin and the Yang, spun continuously in his eyes.
He showed neither joy nor sorrow, utterly unmoved.
Then, Chen Yuan slowly retracted his index finger.
Afterward, he brought his hands together slowly and heavily, tracing a path in the void.
"Yin and Yang…"
