About five or six minutes passed before Qiu Tu felt much better.
He looked over at the still unconscious Qin Shuman, his tongue clicking in disbelief.
This time he had only used his power for a mere ten seconds, yet the exhaustion was almost the same as when he had used it for several minutes the night before.
It seemed... the "price" you had to pay for rules related to "Cataclysmic abilities" was much greater than that for ordinary rules.
Fortunately, he had learned his lesson the night before, knowing that his power was not a wish that could come true whenever he wanted.
Otherwise, if he had delayed a few more minutes tonight, he might have been completely drained.
With such thoughts, Qiu Tu couldn't help but silently caution himself in his heart that unless absolutely necessary, he must not overuse his Cataclysmic ability.
Otherwise, no one knew what terrible consequences might ensue...
