"Hoo, next... next time... I'll definitely take more... I'm... leaving." Zhao Sheng said, panting heavily with a flushed face, and after speaking intermittently, his body no longer resisted the external rejection.
As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished into thin air.
...
Just before dawn, it was the darkest stage of the day.
In a secluded corner, a short figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Bang!
Ten-thousand-year-old Xuan Iron fell from his hands, heavily crashing into the ground.
Zhao Sheng's face was red, his Divine Sense flooding madly into his limbs, desperately guiding the torrent of Spiritual Energy through his meridians, enthusiastically pouring into his Core Energy Sea.
The Divine Sense split into countless threads of thought, spreading throughout the Qi Sea Void, with the Spirit Power Vortex rapidly expanding, spinning like a storm, devouring and refining the surging torrent of Spiritual Energy.
Third Layer,
Fourth Layer,
Fifth Layer,
...
