Ye Feng's expression was solemn.
What he needed to do now was to guide this violent energy to another meridian. Otherwise, his meridian would very likely explode.
Ye Feng sat cross-legged on the ground, circulating the [Dragon Vein Technique], and started to guide the violent energy.
Swish!
His body glowed with cold light and his body temperature dropped. It was as if he had turned into an ice hole.
In his body, his meridians were being attacked by the energy, torn apart, and healed again. This cycle repeated, and Ye Feng's body seemed to be undergoing torture.
"Uh, huh..."
Even with Ye Feng's determined personality, he could not help but groan.
Ye Feng's forehead was covered in sweat. He gritted his teeth, and beads of sweat were dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Ye Feng felt that his consciousness was getting more and more blurry, like he was about to fall into a coma.
