"Considering the rarity of those fruits, you don't need much, just one might completely heal his injuries!" Su Han mused in his heart.
With his soul possessing Qinghong, he felt it most clearly.
Qinghong's physical body is by no means an ordinary one, not to mention his cultivation base, just the terrifying physical strength alone is enough to move mountains and seas, and obliterate the void.
"If I cultivate the Divine Formula of Pangu to its peak, could I also possess such a physical body..." Su Han murmured to himself.
He finally understood why his own soul possession, with his meager cultivation base, if he descended here, would be nothing but an ant, likely not even as good as a common soldier, and once the battle begins, he would probably be the first to die.
"General Qinghong?"
At this moment, Emperor Changming's voice sounded again.
"King Qinghong, what are you thinking?"
