"Let's begin!" Lu Yihang said as he stretched out his hand and stopped a few centimeters away from the silver needle.
Ling Feng's eyes flickered with a crimson glow, the spiritual power that had been invisible before gradually appearing in his eyes.
What Lu Yihang needed to do was to gradually dissolve the Illusionist's Mental Bomb through the silver needle and absorb it into his own body.
The silver needle trembled continuously, silver light shooting out from it and being incessantly absorbed into Lu Yihang's body.
"Is this silver light the spiritual power left by the Illusionist?" Ling Feng frowned slightly, "Such a potent and pure force!"
Lu Yihang's expression was grave, the devouring of spiritual power consuming his mind rapidly. In less than ten minutes, his face had turned extremely pale, and his body was ready to collapse!
