The more Cheon-u recalled every single thing his elder brother had done, the more he felt like laughing. But it was difficult for him to even guess what lay at the end of it all. Jin Cheon-hee said, “Argh, my whole body aches.
I managed to block it well enough, but my bones are wearing away.
They’re crumbling.”
He spoke as though complaining, though it was impossible to tell whether he was joking or serious, then drove a Dragon Horn Needle of Life and Death into his own pressure point.
‘When I first saw the Dragon Horn Needle of Life and Death, I wondered why he had wasted such a precious opportunity on making nothing more than a long needle instead of a sword.’
But now that he saw the situation, it was difficult to say whether his elder brother’s body would have endured this long without it.
‘Brother... whatever that formation was, the person in the center had to bear the greatest burden. That’s because a Transformation Realm master who had achieved communion with heaven and earth had to serve as the formation’s axis.’
He was bearing the output produced by two people with martial aptitude. An absurd sense of balance was required.
‘Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have lasted even a quarter of an hour.’
Though Cheon-u did not know whether the word “normal” could even be used in a situation like this.