With each passing second, the Yin Yang Crown above Ji Dong's head became brighter and brighter. The output of magical power was finally a lot faster than the absorption. His magic power was starting to weaken.
Ji Dong flicked his wrist and two crystal cores fell into his palm. He had to start relying on the magic power of the crystal cores to help Fire grow. Time didn't even allow him to take the magic recovery pills that Yao Qianshu had given him.
Faintly, Ji Dong discovered that there was a mystical mental connection between him and Fire. He could feel that Fire had reached the most critical moment.
A strange glint appeared in the Flying Serpent's eyes, "I see. No wonder, no wonder..."
Frey asked in confusion, "Senior Flying Snake, what do you mean by 'I see'? What is this bird that keeps changing color on him? Why is she with Ji Dong? What's going on?"
