Time flew by.
Several days later!
Ye Wudao was incessantly refining the power of the Dragon Blood Lingzhi, astonishing power filled his body, crashing through his limbs and bones!
Ye Wudao was like a sponge, frantically absorbing the power of the Dragon Blood Lingzhi!
Whoosh!
Ye Wudao slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes shooting out a sharp, sword-like gleam!
Fifth-grade pseudo-saint!
Sixth-grade pseudo-saint!
Ye Wudao broke through two levels in succession, having reached the realm of a sixth-grade pseudo-saint.
"So this is the power of a sixth-grade pseudo-saint…" Ye Wudao felt an overwhelming power filling his body, with his current strength, he could easily dominate a sixth-grade battle saint!
If he got a bit more serious, even a seventh-grade battle saint would be no match for him!
He opened his eyes and suddenly found himself within the Nine-turn Golden Thunder Tower.
