An old man shook his head and said, "How many miracles must Lin Chen create before he is willing to give up?"
The thick fog dissipated. At this moment, the dust in the forest was almost a skeleton, with barely any intact skin. It was ferocious, terrifying, and panting heavily. Clearly, it was badly injured to prevent the lightning from plundering the forest's dust.
However, these injuries were not a problem. The elixir in Lin Chen's hand could restore them in no time.
Lin Chen did not care about his appearance now. To him, appearance was just a shell; cultivation was what mattered.
Lin Chen used his spiritual knowledge to cover the Red Field. Looking at the crystalline seeds of law, the seeds emitted a vast and majestic aura. A rune within the seeds was faint and mysterious.
Lin Chen directly hovered, mobilizing a skill. The grand law seeds on the Red Field rotated slowly, and the power of the law surged like a torrent.
