"Then, how should this magic energy be replenished?"
Almost instantly, the scene of Zhen Jin dispatching the Silver Gun Scorpion earlier flashed back into his mind.
That had been a moment of life and death, a crucial juncture of survival. The impression it left on Zhen Jin was far too profound, practically etched into the young man's heart.
Zhen Jin immediately stood up and walked over to the corpse of one of the gun scorpions.
The Silver Gun Scorpion had already turned to carbon ash, and the other surviving gun scorpions had fled, but there was still one ordinary gun scorpion that had fallen in battle.
Zhen Jin activated the Heart Magic Crystal, and a red glow bloomed across his palm.
Yet this red light could not be directly emitted.
"Does it require contact to be effective?" Zhen Jin furrowed his brows slightly.
Instead of hastily pressing his palm against the scorpion shell, he first stopped himself.
Zhen Jin carefully sensed the Heart Magic Core, whispering under his breath: "It can be catalyzed at any time and halted immediately without suffering any backlash from the magic core. Furthermore, because this catalysis and halting do not constitute any human physiological mutation, the consumption is exceedingly minimal and can be completely disregarded."
"Then, let's test with the blood first."
This gun scorpion had been pierced and killed by Zhen Jin's scorpion tail, and scorpion blood was continually flowing from the punctured wound.
A great deal of this scorpion blood had pooled onto the ground, steaming into wisps of heat upon the scorching volcanic lava surface, and the pungent smell of blood rapidly diffused in all directions.
The red light enshrouded Zhen Jin's palm.
Zhen Jin reached his palm into a small pool of blood on the ground.
The red light instantly expanded,