The sound of muffled Thunder came from the sky. A large number of clouds rolled and turned into dark clouds that began to gather above the cave.
Song qingxiao was not aware of the changes outside. She was in a critical period.
In the beginning, she took the initiative to send spiritual power into this magic treasure. Later on, the sword body began to rely on the connection between the two to actively absorb the spiritual power in her body.
She gradually felt that she could not hold on any longer. The remaining 10% of her spiritual power was sucked away in an instant. Song qingxiao felt as if there was a huge magnet in front of her, madly absorbing the energy in her body. In an instant, sweat appeared on her forehead and the tip of her nose. Her face turned pale, without a trace of blood.
Song Qing clenched her teeth. Just as she was about to lose, the cloud and fog on the sword embryo finally retreated to the bottom of the blade and slowly retreated to the handle.
