His shoulder blades were raised high, and something was twisting under his skin, as if struggling to break out of his body.
The purple color is getting thicker and thicker, but the spar has melted away.
Zhao Huangshi's spiritual veins had been broken for too many years, and it was not easy to pick them up. Pan Mu performed another Spirit Condensation Jue. The surrounding vegetation withered visibly to the naked eye, and traces of green energy slowly entered Zhao Huangshi's body.
"Continue the spirit." Pan Mu said in a deep voice.
Nathan Ye had been waiting at the side for a long time. When he heard the words, he put his index finger on the center of his eyebrows. His eyes instantly turned golden, and his hair swelled to his waist, and there was no wind.
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