"One portion."
"One portion?"
"Yes, the stronger I become, the less divinity I need."
Rod nodded, saying no more. With a thought, 550 units of divine power surged into the [Spirit Boat], a dazzling white mist instantly surged from his soul, enveloping him and the four with Viheler.
The [Spirit Realm Ship] took shape instantly. Even with five people loaded, Rod felt not the slightest pressure.
Viheler gripped his Dawn Divine Sword tightly, shouting: "Let's go! Whatever monsters lie ahead, I'll cut them into fragments."
Chucher clutched his hammer and axe, saying in a deep voice, "I'm ready!"
Frank nervously fiddled with his gourd, which contained the new Spiritual Soil and spirituality plant seeds he had just collected from the base, as the previous ones had turned to ashes. The new soil had yet to be tested, and he feared it might not perform optimally in battle.
