The Flying Knife quivered gently, its lustrous sheen flowed like a spring rushing over the blade.
His face gradually turned red.
Spiritual power continuously infused into the Flying Knife, aiding it in breaking free from its binds.
Yet the spiritual power on the Flying Knife grew stronger, unable to change its predicament.
Still fixed in mid-air, unable to move, surrounded by a force that grew stronger as its power increased.
Chu Zhiyuan stubbornly continued to infuse spiritual power.
He was relieved that the mind connection wasn't severed.
The forces on this mountain peak were peculiar, being able to cut off his connection with the Flying Knife wouldn't be surprising.
The Elephant Beast crouched at his left shoulder, its long tail swinging leisurely.
Its pupils contracted into a line, gazing intently at the mountains, layer by layer, from bottom to top.
As if sensing something, Chu Zhiyuan turned his head to look at it.
