Wen Tan Research Center.
Third underground floor, main laboratory.
At this moment, it was already October 12th. In these two days, Su Yu and the others almost did not go out. They were healing their injuries and cultivating.
Bai Feng’s injuries had already recovered a lot, but the sacred literature was broken, and his battle strength had indeed declined greatly.
Bai Feng did not care too much about it. He was at ease, occasionally peeking at a few copies of Su Yu’s will. In any case, Su Yu’s will had many copies, and Bai Feng felt that his disciple might not even remember how many copies he had.
Of course, Bai Feng did not peek at the will anymore today.
It was rare for him to be idle, and soon, he had to leave this place and head to the heavenly battlefield. Only then did he remember that he was still a teacher.
“Today, I’ll teach you the splitting technique of the divine literature combat technique that I recently developed!”
