Lu Lin's Spirit Jade has already reached a perfect state.
It was completely black on top.
Like ink.
Like the night.
Suddenly, a thin white line appeared on the Spirit Jade.
The white line gradually grew thicker and larger.
The black part gradually reduced and disappeared.
Lu Lin watched these changes in the Spirit Jade with some tension, quietly waiting.
He didn't know what would happen the next second.
After all, whether it is the records of Humans regarding cultivation, or the information obtained from the Exotic Battlefield, there has never been an instance where Spiritual Strength alone could achieve a breakthrough to Titled King.
Crack.
A slight crack sound emerged from the thumb-length Spirit Jade, causing Lu Lin's heart to skip a beat.
There couldn't be a problem, could there?
He felt a little tense in his heart.
Above, with Gan Yu's help, Tou Meng had already drilled down to a depth of about a hundred meters.
