Early the next morning, Song Changsheng landed unsteadily beside a small stream. He had fled for his life all night, exhausting all the Spiritual Power in his body, and now he had to stop and recover.
Song Changsheng reached out and cupped some stream water to moisten his dry mouth. In his reflection, his face was exceptionally pale.
The final strike Liu Yunfeng had launched combined the power of all four of them. Fortunately, the [Profound Celestial Battle Armor] had acted as a barrier, blocking most of the damage and saving his life.
But that energy was bizarrely potent and was still rampaging through his body, refusing to subside. He had been forced to expend a massive amount of Spiritual Power to suppress it, and now that his reserves were empty, the energy was wreaking havoc inside him once more.
