The two remained in a standoff, He Qing's expression growing increasingly composed, while Mingjue on the side, after sensing the immense consumption of Spiritual Power by the Barrier, looked more and more upset.
His Spiritual Power had dwindled over the nearly hundred years of maintenance, and now on one hand, he was restraining He Qing, and on the other, he had to sustain the Barrier... It looked like he was about to collapse.
—But that was not an option!
He gritted his teeth in secret.
Inside was the corpse that his foster father had preserved for nearly a hundred years; no matter what, it absolutely could not be exposed to He Qing, this Mystic Master.
However, at the next moment, a "crackling" sound began to emerge in succession. Although the noise wasn't loud, to his ears, it was as deafening as thunder from the heavens!
