"Unless, unless you..."
His voice had not yet faded.
When a Small Thunderball began to rapidly expand in his eyes, shooting swiftly towards his sockets. In the last moment before his consciousness dissipated, it seemed like he saw countless Thunder Dragons exploding within his eyes.
"Boom!!!"
In the deafening thunder, the sound of thousands of Thunder Dragons' explosions violently rang out within the Secret Realm, and the cultivator who had just spoken was now reduced to pieces scattered across the sky.
Chen Qiu casually flicked a thread of Spiritual Energy, rolling up the Nascent Soul body and the flag that had fallen to the ground.
He had controlled his strength well.
He did not let loose all his power within this small Secret Realm but used only a little Spiritual Energy.
And in the moment he grasped the flag,
he saw a panel enveloped in clouds and mist slowly emerging above his Dantian.
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