Zhang Gao completely lost control of himself, veins popping on his forehead, both palms tightly clasped together. His throat kept emitting desperate, hoarse screams, "Ah~ Ah~"
Because this place was the Land of Gathering Yang, the dominant Yang energy restrained the Yin Qi and resentful energy, otherwise Zhang Gao's condition would have been even worse.
Shen Feng's fingers gently touched Zhang Gao's forehead. Being in the Land of Gathering Yang, it was easy to drive out the Yin Qi and resentful energy in Zhang Gao's mind; all that was needed was to gather a great amount of Yang energy into his brain.
His other hand pressed against the ground, absorbing the Yang energy within the Land of Gathering Yang.
The rich Yang energy flowed through Shen Feng's fingertips, slowly entering Zhang Gao's head.
The Yang energy entering his brain rapidly devoured the Yin Qi and resentful energy.
