Su Yu's Plan

After lying on the ground for a while, Su Yu felt that it was rather undignified, so he sat up.

Tina and Alijeh sat beside him, with Alijeh still holding Cat Morning Star in her arms.

Seeing Su Yu like this, the two women and the cat smiled at him simultaneously.

Tina in particular had slightly flushed cheeks from overexerting herself in battle, making her look soft and rosy. Combined with the glistening beads of sweat and the raging purple psionic energy behind her, she looked exceptionally captivating.

Thirty-seven seventh-rank Great Cultivators sat in a circle around Su Yu in the plaza.

They were not looking at Su Yu. Instead, each sat cross-legged with their eyes closed, holding a Psionic Canister.

Having just endured more than seven grueling hours of battle, they had all expended an enormous amount and needed to absorb the psionic energy from the canisters as quickly as possible to replenish themselves.

Yet many of them wore smiles on their faces.

The battle just now had certainly been fierce, but after the prolonged cycle of fighting—recovering—fighting again—recovering again, most of the cultivators felt that the threshold of their recovery had improved under the wash of excessive psionic energy!

It was like a patient who had spent more than half a year bedridden and was undergoing rehabilitation after recovering from a serious illness. It was exhausting, but their bodily functions recovered considerably.

Take Emperor Liu Che, for example.

Emperor Liu Che had not been back at the peak of the Fenshen Stage for long. Originally, it was estimated that he would need at least another twenty days to recover to the seventh-rank HeTi Stage.

But after this great battle, he felt that every channel in his body connected to psionic energy had become extraordinarily active. In ten days