Ning Fengzhi's Invitation

The Fifth Spirit Skill's ability somewhat exceeded Zhao Xuan's expectations, and its effect proved even more useful than he had imagined. After using the Fifth Spirit Skill, Ma Hongjun unleashed another triple combo of spirit skills.

The consequence of using six spirit skills in succession was that Ma Hongjun's already limited Soul Power was instantly drained dry.

"Fatty, are you okay?" Zhao Xuan supported him, unable to suppress a wave of fear. Next time he tested a spirit skill, he absolutely would not use one of his own people as the test subject. If something went wrong, it would truly be too late for regrets.

With his Soul Power exhausted, Ma Hongjun's body became unbearably weak, and even his steps turned unsteady.

"Brother... Xuan, what... did you do to me?" Ma Hongjun stared fixedly at Zhao Xuan with his small eyes, asking in a pale and weak voice.

"My Fifth Spirit Skill. Didn't you see it?" Zhao Xuan froze, then asked in surprise.

Ma Hongjun thought back. It seemed that he had been distracted at the time, but... Fifth Spirit Skill?

"Brother Xuan, when did you break through?!" Ma Hongjun suddenly came to his senses and looked at Zhao Xuan in shock.

"Well, it hasn't been long. First tell me how my Fifth Spirit Skill felt to you."

Ma Hongjun lowered his head and began to think. As for Zhao Xuan's claim that he had not broken through long ago, he instinctively understood it as meaning only a few days ago. It never occurred to him that Zhao Xuan meant just now.

After pondering for a moment, Ma Hongjun raised his head and said seriously, "Brother Xuan, your spirit skills are as disgusting as ever. After I was hit by that spirit skill just now, I felt like my entire