Crack!
The locust tree branch couldn't withstand the pressure and shattered into powder on the ground.
A gray-black mass of gas appeared at the spot where the locust tree branch had broken.
Though the Divine Soul of the Sage of Time had not yet recovered, it no longer needed to rely on the locust tree branch.
The Sage of Time, having tasted benefits from Hui Lun, was no longer satisfied with the infusion of black gas. It flew directly above Hui Lun, intending to absorb that peculiar black gas from him instead.
Watching this scene, Zhao Yi quietly stepped back half a step.
If his other foot left the ground, he could fall directly into the big river behind him.
Looking at the eerie and sinister Great Hero Hall in the distance, Zhao Yi felt that the black gas was not something good.
The creature inside the Great Hero Hall definitely wouldn't be kind enough to heal the Sage of Time's Divine Soul.
In his previous life, Zhao Yi had heard a saying circulating online:
