Even so, if he continues like this, Ye Feng might exhaust himself to death.
However, Ye Feng had no choice but to grit his teeth and rely on his perseverance to continuously supply Chaos True Qi to the sword hilt.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng felt weak all over, his entire spirit utterly drained.
Nonetheless, Ye Feng's efforts weren't entirely in vain. Under his continuous supply of Chaos True Qi, a blade grew out from the sword hilt.
Unfortunately, this blade was extremely short, maybe just one-thousandth of the entire blade.
Even so, Ye Feng felt extremely satisfied.
As long as there was progress, Ye Feng had infinite motivation to recast the blade and let the Precious Sword perform its due effects once more.
When he truly couldn't hold on any longer, Ye Feng finally stopped supplying Chaos True Qi and returned the sword hilt to its original place.
After putting down the sword hilt, Ye Feng felt an immense relief, a delightful sensation.
