Just like an ordinary person.
But the more it seemed that way, the less Chen Yuan dared to be careless. He stared intensely at this person, his gaze slightly focused, and said nothing.
The figure condensed from the ninth bolt of Tribulation Thunder also looked down at Chen Yuan, as if seeing through endless void, thoroughly understanding everything about him.
Then, without any movement, the man in purple raised his right arm and pointed a finger at Chen Yuan.
Like a gentle breeze blowing, the Tribulation Thunder body of the man in purple crumbled inch by inch, seemingly having no impact on Chen Yuan, but this was just an illusion.
In reality, Chen Yuan's Primordial Spirit also crumbled inch by inch at this moment.
Eventually, it was obliterated into nothingness.
At this moment, it was as if he sank completely into an abyss, seeing a dim world, vast and boundless, as if it were a land of chaos, with a massive altar before him.
