Old Huang was drenched in sweat, letting out a low hiss. The clouds beneath his feet churned in layers, and his own True Divine Realm trembled as he forcibly suppressed the rampaging 'Flesh Plague' within his body.
It was difficult, but he managed it.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, clearly injured by forcibly using the True Divine Realm—Huang Qiuxian's current body couldn't bear such immense spiritual force,
and under the activity of the Flesh Plague, he had fallen completely from Second Refinement to a First-Refined Martial Artist.
A body of First or Second Refinement, how could it command the True Divine Realm? Each time he called upon it, his body would suffer injuries,
just like when Zhang Fusheng momentarily summoned the True Divine Realm in the hotel, where he also coughed up blood.
Huang Qiuxian lifted his head, staring intently at the mysterious elder, and struggled to speak:
