"I’ve truly been wrung dry this time..." Chen Chu leaned weakly against the towering black gate stretching ten thousand meters tall, utterly drained. Crimson cracks spread across his entire body, as if he were a shattered porcelain figure barely glued back together.0

This injury was even more severe than when he fell into the Lost World. The instant he returned through the spatial jump, the power of his divine soul, divine law power, vitality, and even life force had been completely drained—utterly, with not a single drop left. He had been left so weakened that even an ordinary demon king could defeat him.0

Of course, there wasn’t any need to mention those below that level; they couldn’t break through his defenses at all. Just his unmoving true form radiating its invisible pressure field was enough to keep them at bay.0

Feeling the utter depletion of his true form, along with the waves of tearing pain coming from his divine soul, Chen Chu estimated he’d need at least half a day to recover and regain a sliver of strength—just enough to find the councilors to help him break the seal.0

Then he could activate the Space-Time Altar, summon the Destructive Dragon Emperor’s true body, and bring over the Little Purple Dragon to give him a few healing boosts.0

Back when he had clashed head-on with the two demon gods, he had almost burned through his very life essence just to keep the Dragon Emperor’s Dark-Red Form active long enough to severely wound one of them.0

Under normal circumstances, such damage would have struck at his very foundation....0