The Corrupted Inner Court Master

Feeling his condition, Chen Feng's attention returned. He stopped operating the Purple Yang Divine Body, but even within those few breaths, he already felt drained. He was breathing heavily, feeling incredibly tired, and more than half of his qi and blood had been consumed.

This level of consumption was terrifying. He had cultivated his body to its limits, possessed 1.2 million jin of strength, and his Vital Essence and blood were mighty. However, just using the Purple Yang Divine Body for a few breaths created an unsustainable feeling.

"Such a martial art can only be used as a trump card. With my current cultivation, I still can't use it for extended periods; otherwise, it would deplete my foundation."

Exhaling a breath, Chen Feng muttered to himself. The Purple Yang Divine Body placed a tremendous burden on the body; it was no wonder that this was a martial art developed according to the unique celestial fire.