He felt that the electromagnetic environment here was sufficient for him to unleash a part of his power now. The strike from the Heavenly Sword had permanently altered the ley lines of the Divine Capital, and the model for the circulation of spiritual power had to be recalculated. However, these were minor issues. Feng Luoyi looked around; Zhuang Xuelin, a Primordial Spirit Cultivator who originally guarded the Divine Capital, was sitting absentmindedly on a stone bench, while Wang Qi and four others leaned against a corner wall, drowsy. Ai Qinglan was drained and injured; though Wang Qi was not much injured, the massive data processing had left him fundamentally exhausted. Chen Feng and Youjia, although not having gone through successive great battles like the other two, were also significantly shaken in the end.
Nevertheless, the four low-level cultivators caught in the central vortex of this incident were now huddled together for warmth.
