Recruitment

In the distance, Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo both breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the duel between the two come to an end.

Sword Douluo looked up at the sky. The fierce shockwaves had blown the clouds apart. Watching Bone Douluo turn into a tiny black dot, the corner of his lips curled upward.

"Fengzhi, go take care of that kid first. I'll go bring Old Bone back."

With that, Sword Douluo darted toward the distant sky. His white robes fluttered like those of an immortal, and he seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood.

Ning Fengzhi's expression, meanwhile, was far more complicated. Looking at the black and white figures, he muttered, "Uncle Bone will probably be laughed at by Uncle Sword for quite a while this time."

He shook his head, then flew in Zhao Xuan's direction.

A noble and resplendent seven-story pagoda landed in his hand, while seven Soul Rings slowly rose beneath his feet. With a gentle flick of his slender fingers, a seven-colored ray of light fell upon Zhao Xuan from afar.

At that moment, Zhao Xuan's spiritual sense, body, and Soul Power were all in a weakened state. That majestic blood-energy figure from before seemed to have drained every last bit of his essence, energy, and spirit. He felt weak all over and could not muster any strength.

Thus, he only noticed Ning Fengzhi's seven-colored light once it had reached him. As it descended upon Zhao Xuan, surprise quickly appeared on his face.

The seven-colored light was as warm as winter sunlight, wrapping tightly around him. At the same time, his stamina, Soul Power, and spiritual sense all began recovering rapidly, like green shoots sprouting from the earth after being nourished by a gentle rain, new vitality brewing forth.

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