The more powerful the Martial Skill, the greater the strength consumption, just like when Shi Feng had barely managed to execute the Nine Nether Four Extremes Seal to kill Hai Batian, his Dantian ran dry of Nine Nether Power and could not sustain it, further injuring himself, as he had to stimulate his body with Essence Blood.
As a result, he was left covered in wounds, his Dantian half shattered.
The flames of the Sacred Flame that Shi Feng ignited were powerful, but the consumption of strength was also enormous.
"Kid, there are two guys coming over there, and by the look of them, they seem to have a grudge against you!" the Sacred Flame said.
"One-star Martial King and Three-star Martial King, huh! They think the old man's strength is exhausted and want to rob amid a fire? In the old man's hand, there is a group of living strength!" Shi Feng snorted coldly, and suddenly, in his left hand, Jin Lin let out a heart-wrenching howl.
