He was drenched in sweat. The thin spiritual energy made it extremely strenuous for him to cast spells.
He could feel the essential Qi in his Dantian rapidly depleting, and his primordial spirit growing weak and feeble.
Yet he dared not relax for even a fraction of a second, keeping his eyes fixed on the pulsing Primordial Demon Fetus amidst the sea of blood, ready at any moment to send the Purple Firmament Sword Qi soaring into the sky and issue the Purple Mystery Decree.
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