"Hoo—"
He took a deep breath, his Spiritual Power had already been mostly depleted.
Without further hesitation, he immersed his Heart and Spirit into the Sea of Consciousness, drawing from the reserves of the Golden Flower within the Four Flowers Gathering at the Crown.
In an instant, a pure stream of Spiritual Power surged from the Sea of Consciousness, quickly replenishing his depletion.
Once his breath stabilized, Zhou Qing raised his head again, his gaze as sharp as a blade, firmly locking onto the blood-colored Scroll and the stone platform supporting it.
"As long as I can save Han Yi..."
He slowly gripped the Purple Gold Long Spear, the Thunder Pattern on the spear shaft lighting up again, purple lightning entwining it.
"Even if the gods and buddhas of the heavens block my path, I'll—slaughter them all!"
"I want to see just how resilient you are!"
