The disciples below the stage quickly noticed that something was wrong and erupted in startled cries, their faces full of disbelief. "Why is Senior Brother Zhou's spiritual energy draining away?" "Look at Shen Hao's arm—it seems to have an invisible suction force! Senior Brother Zhou's spiritual energy is all being sucked away by him!" "What kind of bizarre technique is this? It can actually devour someone else's spiritual energy?" "Terrifying! Just how many hidden cards does Shen Hao have?"
The elders in the VIP seats also frowned, their sharp gazes clearly sensing the unusual suction force emanating from Shen Hao's body. A glint flashed through the Grand Elder's eyes as he murmured, "Devouring another's spiritual energy... This technique has some real mystery to it. I wonder where it came from."
On the arena, a trace of fatigue appeared on Shen Hao's face. Devouring another person's spiritual energy consumed far more mental strength than devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his face had turned somewhat pale. But he knew this was his only chance. So long as he could hold on, victory would be his. Gritting his teeth, he activated the Spirit Devouring Vortex and increased its devouring force.
Zhou Peng's face grew paler and paler as the spiritual energy within him drained away faster and faster. He could clearly feel his strength rapidly waning. He knew that if this continued, defeat would be certain. Worse still, excessive loss of spiritual energy might damage his foundation. A ruthless gleam flashed in his eyes. He suddenly bit through the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood, which sprayed over the Flying Sword like a blood arrow.
In an instant, the Flying Sword's spiritual radiance surged severalfold, giving off