C1392 The golden rigor caused by the blood killing of the gods

Ye Chen looked at Ye Zhan coldly, the Sword Qi around his body wreaking havoc, continuously attacking Ye Zhan. A moment later, Ye Zhan was already drenched in blood.

The power of the Ancient Code was something that only Divine Spirit Stage Warriors could grasp. Being able to comprehend a sliver of it was already an enormous opportunity