C69 Warring Evil Cultivators(part Iii)

After the black energy was absorbed into his body, Chen Shaofeng immediately took deep breaths, and the sweat on his forehead continued to drip down. It looked to be a simple action, but in reality, the pain it brought him was incomparable.

After all, that was the pain that came from the soul. It wasn't something that an ordinary external scar could compare to