And as the Green-Robed Ancestor hurled the pearl inside him towards the pure white flame entering Zheng Ming's body, the once seemingly all-consuming flame instantly turned into minute particles no bigger than grains of sand upon collision with the Xuanpi Pearl.
Despite their diminished size, the Xuanpi Pearl did not let these scattered flames off the hook. Rotations of the bead conjured black mists, which spiraled relentlessly within Zheng Ming's veins.
It was akin to whirlwinds sweeping the sand-sized flames, grinding them into even smaller particles.
"My cultivation level is just too low; if not, I could have swallowed it whole and avoided all this trouble," Zheng Ming muttered to himself, sighing. Using the Green-Robed Ancestor's Hero Card made him feel as if he had endless divine abilities and mana, yet none of these were truly his own.
In a few minutes, these divine abilities would be exhausted.
Damn it, using the Green-Robed Ancestor's Hero Card is a bit of a loss!
