The crisis was averted, for now.
But the atmosphere in the Trading Hall hadn't lightened much.
Outside the blue Energy Shield, the gray mist roiled.
Countless Demon Beasts and Spirit Bodies slammed tirelessly against the luminous barrier.
The impacts sent ripples spreading across it.
Every impact made everyone's heart clench.
Han Feng leaned against a cold Crystal Pillar.
In his hand, he clutched the vial of Third Level Concentrated Spiritual Liquid worth two hundred Spirit Coins.
'Two hundred coins for one gulp…'
Wincing at the cost, he tilted his head back and downed it in one go.
Scalding Spiritual Power instantly rushed down his esophagus into his stomach, then exploded.
It surged madly into his limbs and bones.
The moment this violent energy appeared, it was devoured by his famished bones and flesh.
It was rapidly converted into silver-white Sword Essence.
[Sword Essence Restoring: 15/100... 30/100...]
