In the next few thousand years, no matter how painful it was, his whole body was in a completely unrecognizable state. At this time, his body had completely lost its vitality, leaving only a trace of spirit. The last soul is swaying in the wind. At this moment, no matter how Vuong Han wants to control his body to stop the whole process, this is already impossible, the only thing he can do now is to passively endure pain that never recovers. He hadn't felt anything for many years, his soul kept telling him not to do that, his soul kept calling for help, this was a thousand times more painful than him being burned by the black fire. At that time, it was just the pain of the soul itself, not to mention it was directly reflected on the body, this time it became like that!
"From this point of view, this old thief's fighting strength is not bad." Manh Manh said calmly.
Porphyrin can use this type of object to judge the level of control of dimensional force by Wang Han. The stronger the dimensional force holder, the longer the comet's tail will be when flying. Vuong Han intuitively estimated that the comet's black tail was about 30 meters long, thirty meters long, and began to fly parallel to Vuong Han.
Vuong Han nodded slowly. He seemed to be able to sense a bit of Porphyrin's attitude when he came to this space.