Cheng Lang's eyes were tightly closed, as if drunk, his face burning red.
The immense spiritual energy greatly assaulted his body, numerous molecules of spiritual energy penetrating into him and flowing through his limbs and bones, his body swelling, and the pent-up spiritual power showed signs of advancing. Suppressing the wild joy in his heart, he chanted to himself, "Calm, calm…"
Zhiyan's eyes were closed, her face serene. Due to the Spirit Gathering Array, the spiritual energy here was even more domineering and violent than in the Qiankun Space, rushing like a fierce wind, causing her skin to ache from the harshness.
A vortex of spiritual energy formed around her delicate body, compressing and drilling into her, then rapidly digested and absorbed by the Yin Yang Qi. Compared to those around her, she seemed to be at ease, at least not having to endure the agony of spiritual energy swelling and tearing inside.
