1552 The True Sanctum Head (2)

"Not bad!"

In face of the immense pressure exerted by the Deputy Sanctum Head Token, Zhang Xuan did not panic in the least. Instead, with a light smile, he raised his finger in preparation to deal with the attack before him.

In this moment, he had already fully reconstructed Zhao Ya's meridians, so there was no longer any need for him to remain seated on the ground. Straightening his back, he swiftly drove the energy within his body, intending to seal of the space ahead of him to seal the advancement of the Deputy Sanctum Head Token. However, before he could do so, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and his body stiffened in horror.

"Cr*p…" he muttered.

Following that, he felt strength receding from his body like an ebbing tide, vanishing in an instant. At the same time, his spirit also seemed to have been sapped from his body, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.