The lark felt as if ten thousand mythological beasts were stampeding over its heart.
It had finally attained enlightenment and was just about to make a breakthrough, but why the hell could it not absorb any vital energy?
Were those two on the battlefield monsters?
How could they control the vital energy from so far away? What a f*cking joke!
The lark fled the arena with tears streaming down its face.
It had to hurry up. If it didn't find enough vital energy during this breakthrough window, it was going to become the first-ever Spirit Nurturing Stage cultivator in its village to fail a breakthrough as it didn't have any vital energy to absorb!
It would become the butt of everyone's jokes!!!
At the center of the battlefield…
The Vermilion Bird Princess shattered over ninety celestial swords with her kicks before swatting the remaining few swords into pieces with her colorful wings.
