The question filled him with anxiety.
His strength had already been weakened beforehand.
The only reason he had managed to hold on this long was because of the extraordinary properties of the Ninefold Celestial Mystery.
If he wanted to continue fighting, he feared that there would not be enough energy remaining to support him.
"Damn it. What am I supposed to do..."
A trace of urgency entered Yue Mingxuan's voice.
He did not want to become a burden.
He did not want to become the person who needed saving.
That was his bottom line.
It was the bottom line he had set for himself in the war between the Black Archon and the Nine Abyssal Gate.
"What should I do..."
Yue Mingxuan grew so anxious that he nearly lost all composure.
Even the circulation of his cultivation technique became tinged with impatience.
In truth, this was an extremely dangerous state.
If he continued like this, there was a very real possibility that he would suffer cultivation deviation.
