Time trickled past, and Ling Tianyu was resolving the poison of the last person, with sweat forming a layer on his forehead, clearly a result of excessive spiritual power expenditure.
"Puchi!"
The familiar sound of a body ripping open resonated, the poison was expelled, and Ling Tianyu withdrew his hand, his eyes somewhat darkened, showing signs of instability, as if he might not be able to stand firm. The spiritual power inside him was nearly depleted, less than a layer perhaps, just slightly more than half a layer. His golden core at the dantian had lost its luster, clearly a sign that his spiritual power was exhausted.
"Huu—"
Ling Tianyu shook his head forcefully, dispelling the blackness before his eyes, and let out a deep breath, managing to steady himself.
"Buzz!"
Just as he managed to stand firm, a flash of golden light surrounded Ling Tianyu, and the countenance he had altered with a disguise technique vanished in an instant, revealing his true appearance.
