He didn't wait for him to finish speaking, amid the golden light, Wang Zijia's urgent voice came through, saying, "Fire Spirit Fellow Daoist, don't worry about me, don't let that demon escape."
Upon seeing this, Li Huowen no longer hesitated. His figure flickered, and he charged out.
Wang Zijia, however, was frantically devouring an immense amount of Buddha power.
The amount was enough for a Profound Immortal to ascend, but due to the explosion, an unknown quantity had dispersed.
Because these things couldn't last long, Wang Zijia didn't hesitate to swallow wildly, risking internal injuries. Exchange wasn't the problem, keeping up with digestion was.
"Boom, boom!"
Outside, terrifying battle fluctuations began to transmit.
"Thud, thud!"
But just a few dozens of breaths later, the entire Flesh Ground began to exhibit a strange rhythm.
"Hm?"
Wang Zijia's expression was startled.
Although it had only been a few dozen breaths, the energy had mostly dispersed.
