As the acupuncture point at the base of his skull was opened, a fragment of his spirit was on the verge of being stripped away from his spirit sea.
Just then.
In the secret chamber, the air erupted violently, forming a wild cyclone, and a layer of power was drawn from it. This power followed Shi Xiaole's spiritual sense into the acupuncture point, and then into his spirit sea.
He felt a wave of pain, like the waves in the sea, smoothed out by an invisible force. Shi Xiaole was drained of strength, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he wore a hint of a smirk.
If human eyes could penetrate through, they would discover that his spirit sea, which was on the brink of collapse, was compressed together again by the mysterious force, and the cracks were healing quickly.
Huff! Huff! Huff!
In just a few breaths, the power in the air of the secret chamber was drained.
