Fang Yan waved his hand with a painful expression, then immediately crossed his legs on the ground and began to regulate his breath.
Refining the Bronze Sword earlier had already nearly exhausted his spiritual energy, coupled with exerting his full power to control the giant sword to slaughter Wang Shilong and the others. Right now, Fang Yan was like a shell drained of blood.
Even with a cultivator's physique, if he failed to regulate his breath in time, it would likely become dangerous.
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