This was a Massacre.
General Chain had managed to disperse Chiron's power but at the cost of his, he had gotten an injury that left him handicapped.
The worst situation any cultivator could ever find themselves in was finishing their cultivation energy within a fight.
While the absolute worst situation they could ever be in life was to lose their hard-earned cultivation energy forever.
General Chain could feel it. His cultivation energy was leaving his body steadily.
At first, it dropped to the second stage of the bronze rank.
And then it dropped to the first, and then a massive drop to the copper ranks.
He could feel his sin-cravings dying away.
This was the most prominent proof that he had fallen.
He tried as hard as he could, flaring his arms in an attempt to catch the spiritual energy that was flowing out of his body and into the air.
However, it did not work. It was like he was trying to catch smoke.
He could see it, but he couldn't touch it.