It didn't even make a hissing sound of power! It was like a pet hit by a speeding car, on the brink of death. Those eyes, once filled with ferocity and madness, were slowly fading away.
"Is it still the same now..."
Ye Feng sighed in his heart, staggering forward, half-kneeling on the ground, slowly lifting the head of the White Fox, pinching its lip corners, placing it on her seriously injured palm.
Spiritual Energy is Immortal, as it is the most magical thing in the world, with spirit above all things.
The cultivation of a monk is to assimilate oneself with Spiritual Energy.
Golden light and pure Spiritual Energy slowly flowed among the meridians, already worn out, mixing with the sparkling patterns along the way. After a short time, the damaged blood vessels and meridians slowly began to recover in this chaotic solution.
