Wei Wuyin was now given a problem he was almost entirely ignorant of, unable to even conceive an idea of how to rectify this situation with what he had. He was, after all, a mere mortal. The aspects of Life Source and Soulspan exceeded his understanding, let alone when these two things were elevated to the mystic-grade.
How could these Earthly Saints be so delusional? How could Ma Sujiang?! For the first time in a long while, as he watched Ma Zheng's limp body barely kept upright by Wu Yu's power, he felt a wave of anxiety course through his heart and mind. He felt an urge to gulp down a swath of saliva, but he, fortunately, resisted the urge.
