So who is going to pay the price for the Three Corpse Primordial Spirits?
The chaotic scenes inside the Pure Yang Flame Prison right now are the price.
Yi Chen felt that as his own garbage processor, his Three Corpse Primordial Spirits were becoming more and more abnormal, dammit, dammit, they've gone completely crazy!
Looking at the vigorous vitality within his body, where all beings flourish, Yi Chen felt a touch of emotion as he glanced at the clamoring Three Corpse Primordial Spirits.
These three sometimes affected his mood just by eating too slowly and letting out a belch, unwittingly making him start to go crazy too.
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"Not powerful enough, not powerful enough, is this the attack of a Yin Fruit powerhouse? Even if used to whip cream, it would be considered slow, dammit!"
"Soul Ignition Technique, max it out for me!"
"You worthless trash, you are destined to be utterly obliterated by me, dammit!"
