He Qing spoke harshly to Lin Lin, all the while her hands continued to move, incessantly transferring her own Spiritual Energy into Mingjue.
She could vividly feel that Mingjue's body was like a bottomless pit with no depths visible, her own powerful Spiritual Power, which could be considered vast, seemed like a clay ox entering the sea at this moment, not even stirring up a ripple.
However, thankfully, although Mingjue's body was empty, his demand for Spiritual Energy remained rational and did not actively plunder; otherwise, He Qing would not dare to transfer Spiritual Power so liberally.
What truly alarmed her was not Mingjue's hollow body devoid of any Spiritual Energy but his spine. As her Spiritual Power washed over it, she could clearly feel that the Spiritual Power in his spine was nearly dry, and the marrow fluid was scarce, almost non-existent.
