Eighteen hours.
When Allen's main consciousness surfaced from the depths of his Sea of Spirit, a dull ache throbbed in his temples.
This was a signal of Spiritual Power overload. The amplification of the Echo Conch could improve Meditation efficiency, but it couldn't break through physical limits. After eighteen hours of continuous training, his Spiritual Power was nearly depleted.
He opened his eyes and took a sip of the iced dew juice handed over by the Craftsman's Hand, his main consciousness completely withdrawing from the Meditation state.
The sand table automatically appeared in his field of vision.
The Beast Tide had drawn another forty kilometers closer.
Allen's gaze didn't linger on that suffocating expanse of red; instead, it slowly shifted to the northern and southern flanks of Zone 18.
Zone 17 and Zone 19.
