Pill Refinement and Seclusion

At the critical moment of the opening of the Holy Region, Yan Jinyao's cultivation had been crippled. There was nothing more painful than this.

Other than Yan Jinyao, He Teng was also cultivating at the moment.

However, his cultivation seemed to have reached a bottleneck as well. After several days of seclusion, he showed no signs of breaking through.

"Before the Holy Region opens, I must kill him!" A drop of cold sweat dripped down He Teng's forehead.

"Leave it to me... leave the body to me. I can get rid of him at any time..." the hoarse voice sounded again.

He Teng coldly said, "Don't think about it. If I leave the body to you, then what's the meaning of my existence?" 

"Hehe... Your body will be mine sooner or later..." the hoarse voice said sinisterly.

He Teng remained silent.

Although he coexisted with this divine sense, he had always been on guard against it, and he was constantly snatching the initiative of his body.