Han Sen forced himself to break the rules of the world. In the short amount of time he had, he summoned Spell.
Spell hadn't really changed much. Her white armor, long white hair, and white eyes all looked beautiful. She looked like a Venus statue.
He did not have much time to admire Spell's face. In this small window he had, Han Sen could not last too long. His heart jumped. The Blood-Pulse Sutra's power started to run through Spell's body.
After running once, it was gone. It did not generate any power.
Han Sen felt cold. He knew he had failed. He ran it again. He confirmed that the Blood-Pulse Sutra could not run in Spell's body. He put the power away and accepted the restrictions of the world.
"Without my body for support, it looks like even Spell cannot use the Blood-Pulse Sutra. All my expectations have failed." Han Sen felt depressed.
