(P.S. There would be one more update, before six o'clock tonight.)
Countless curse marks flashed. The glow of the Xishen Armor abruptly receded, and its incomparably vast energy poured directly into the Kunmo Capital Stone. Yang Feng's power also plummeted from the Great Saint rank to the early stage of a Saint Spirit Warlock.
Yang Feng pointed, and an Immortal Spring appeared. Boundless Immortal Sacred Spring water spread from it and flowed into his body, continuously repairing his injuries.
"Using an Immortal Spring to recover from injuries—what extravagance."
"Heavenly Saint truly has a rich fortune!"
"..."
Seeing Yang Feng use an Immortal Spring to heal himself, the Saint Spirit Warlocks were all green with envy, their eyes full of envy and jealousy.
A single pool of Immortal Spring could allow a Cosmic Sea Supreme Expert to break through a bottleneck and advance into a Warlock King-level powerhouse. Many Saint Spirit Warlocks had to spend a thousand years gathering all kinds of heavenly treasures from an entire starfield before they could refine one pool. Even transactions between colossal factions were priced in pools of Immortal Spring.
Nourished by the Immortal Spring, Yang Feng's depleted power and soul force recovered at a terrifying rate. He glanced toward several stretches of void, and the malicious gazes within them vanished at once.
Yang Feng's figure swayed slightly. Enveloped by the Time Torrent, time accelerated fiftyfold around him, and he appeared behind the White Tiger Race expert as though teleporting. He spread his five fingers, and a terrifying Devouring Black Hole suddenly emerged, crushing toward the White Tiger Race expert.
"Stop! Yang Feng, do you intend to forge an irreconcilable blood feud with our White Tiger Race?"
The White Tiger Race expert was both shocked and enraged. A replica White Tiger Saber floated above his