"I can't even open the Celestial Eye between my brows—what use do I have for this eye? Without mana, without divine techniques, what am I if not an ordinary person?"
"I did not deceive you, Daoist Venerable, I am indeed just an ordinary martial artist who has only trained my flesh, muscles, and bones, that is all."
Zhang Fusheng stared at Yang Erlang, suddenly understanding the situation, realizing that the other's state might be even worse than the Northern Emperor,
At least the Northern Emperor still possesses a thread of will that contains mana and divine techniques,
But Yang Erlang's thoughts cannot even mobilize a shred of the Power of Heaven and Earth,
Relying solely on a shell of [Sanctified Flesh].
Still something...a residual body.
Zhang Fusheng exhaled:
"The mighty Yang Erlang, why speak in riddles like the Buddhist Sect, speaking unclearly and acting mysteriously?"
Yang Erlang said with deep meaning:
