Shen Luo clenched his teeth tightly, enduring the pain in his body, he continued to drive the Slayer's Broken Sword, which suddenly became an incomparably pure gold color, too intense for the naked eye to behold.
A more tremendous Pure Yang Power surged out, scorching his meridians and causing sharp pains.
Only when the two streams of Pure Yang Power merged together did they gradually suppress the burst of Demonic Qi.
By the time he fully recovered, half an hour had passed.
Although Shen Luo wasn't injured this time, he was drenched in sweat, his body nearly spent. When he opened his eyes, he was met with Yuan Tiangang's concerned gaze.
"Friend Shen, are you alright?" Yuan Tiangang waved his whisk, and a gentle flash of white light vanished as quickly as it appeared, entering Shen Luo's body.
