Lin Yuan was in no hurry.
Sitting cross-legged before the corpse, he began to rapidly absorb the spiritual power that was dissipating from the body. With his current efficiency resembling that of a whale devouring the sea, in less than an hour, the corpse of the puppet master behind the scenes appeared utterly ordinary, indistinguishable from a regular person.
And this short hour was equivalent to at least three months of Lin Yuan's arduous cultivation.
The spiritual power inside him was vast and surging.
Compared to before, it was at least thirty percent stronger.
"Indeed, Same-origin Techniques are more effective!"
Lin Yuan opened his eyes, a look of astonishment in their depths.
He marveled, "If I were to battle him now, I'm afraid I wouldn't need to use those complex methods anymore. I could simply overpower him and crush him to death."
But one thing was beyond Lin Yuan's expectations.
