At this moment, Fuhuang Remnant Soul felt that the power of the Mirror Image Demonic Art was weakening, or in other words, he noticed that Lu Chen's lifespan was losing more slowly than before.

"How is that possible?"

Fuhuang Remnant Soul couldn't believe it. Although he suppressed his cultivation to that of the Three Tribulations Demon Emperor, the power of time has not weakened at all. It is a bit stronger than Lu Chen's space power. How can this kid resist the power of time?

?

"The remnant soul of Fuhuang, thank you."

At this moment, Lu Chen burst into laughter, suddenly opened his hands, and a golden air flowed out from all directions. It was noble, great, and magnificent, giving people an indescribable feeling of shock.

"The power of time?"

Fuhuang Remnant Soul suddenly lost his voice when he saw this flow of air, and said in disbelief: "How is it possible? How could you comprehend the power of time in such a short period of time?"

After saying this, he suddenly froze, stared at Lu Chen, and said angrily: "Damn it, I fell into your trick. You just talked to me just to delay time so that you can realize the time by yourself.

power?"

Lu Chen smiled and said: "Fuhuang Remnant Soul, you are really smart, everything is in your plan."

Fuhuang Remnant felt humiliated. If everything was planned by him, how could Lu Chen realize the power of time? He was so angry that he cursed: "Damn little thief, you stole my power of time."
Chapter completed!