Carefree True Monarch suddenly awakened.
He circulated his Spiritual Power, his fingers moving like the wind, quickly pressing several critical acupoints on his body in an attempt to seal the life force that was dissipating like a breached dam.
However, it was too late.
Carefree True Monarch realized that his disguised flesh body was shedding dead flesh in chunks.
The originally thin life force was rapidly vanishing.
"Once seeing the other shore flower, one steps onto the road to the underworld. No wonder it's the Nether Demon Flower..."
The brilliance in Carefree True Monarch's eyes gradually faded, his entire body reverting to a skeletal form.
Without the strength of the remaining soul, the whisk and the Ancient Treasure Sword both retracted their light and fell to the ground.
Shen Xuan dared not delay for even a moment.
His figure flickered, and he was already at the front.
He took the Storage Pouch from the waist of the skeletal frame.
