A mouthful of fresh blood spewed out, and Shen Chongming's figure staggered backwards tens of zhang in the void!
"Kid, not good!"
"It's a Nascent Soul monster coming, we can't beat it!"
The voice of the Thunder Pool Spirit sounded in Shen Chongming's Sea of Consciousness.
"Run, keep the green hills, with your potential, plus my help, at most a hundred years, dealing with these old things will be like slaughtering chickens and dogs."
Forcibly suppressing the demonic qi in Shen Chongming's heart, the Thunder Pool Spirit spoke.
Briefly regaining his wits, Shen Chongming squinted slightly, looking at the figure stepping towards him from the distance in the void, understanding in his heart that the current him against a Nascent Soul True Monarch couldn't even block a sneeze from the opponent.
A gentleman seeks revenge, ten years is not too late!
