The battlefield at Origin Land was temporarily calm.
But A Xian, inside it, was struggling. Many of the Anvile warriors participating in the battle had suffered Mental Power breakdowns.
They needed to draw strength from Origin Land to replenish themselves, and A Xian was the source of their Mental Power replenishment.
Just like the scene Xi Xiu had seen before, Origin Land was extremely tranquil at this moment. A Xian sat atop the high platform where Jing Xi had once lain.
Her gaze was unfocused, seeming to rest on the distant trees, yet also seeming to fall upon the horizon.
Golden beads of sweat the size of beans kept emerging on her forehead. She was clearly enduring this with great difficulty.
At that moment, A Xian felt as though all her Mental Power had been emptied.
She hardly dared imagine it. If Xi Xiu had not taught her this set of formulas, then with the Anvile People's Mental Power, no one would be able to provide an endless supply. In that case, Anvile's demise would only be a matter of time.
The enemy would not even need to shed blood.
This aura was truly too terrifying.
Even within Origin Land, A Xian could feel her pores closing, unable to absorb the energy in the air.
Before long, A Xian rolled her eyes slightly and found herself relaxing a little. One battle must have ended, and the aura of decay had lessened.
She wondered if it was Xi Xiu.
She was actually rather worried about her.
Although Li Zhengfeng was by Xi Xiu's side, accidents could always happen.
In the instant A Xian lost focus, the Consciousness Babies within Anvile all darted out and kept circling around her.
They chattered incessantly:
Baby: Where is that human?
A Xian: Are you talking