Song qingxiao stood up and looked at the young man. The balance of the restriction in his body had been broken by the influx of large amounts of spiritual power, and he lost control of it in a moment.
With this body of his, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
The spiritual power in his body was like a bottomless pit. She couldn't even touch it when she tried to explore it earlier. Unfortunately, after his meridians were transformed, she was not blessed enough to enjoy such a terrifying power. Naturally, it could no longer be used by him. It was simply a waste of God's gift to leave it in his body.
If she could obtain this spiritual energy, it would be equivalent to many years of her bitter cultivation.
A trace of greed appeared in her heart, and she looked at the young man with some regret.
He lay on his side, his hands and feet against each other, his body curled up, slightly trembling, and enduring the pain caused by the Ling power disturbance.
