"Qingzhu, draw in more!"
The amount of Plane Power he could absorb remained fixed at a level that was utterly insufficient for his current needs.
What was worse, as the boundless aura of monsters outside—filled with "pollution" and "malice"—grew denser, that barrier seemed to be thickening and reinforcing itself. It faintly conveyed a cold intent of rejection and "warning."
Bang!
Mo Lin slammed a fist into the nearby rock wall. The hard black stone silently turned to powder. He stopped all movement, his expression dark and terrifying. The flames of desire had long since been replaced by cold rationality and fury.
Having lost their support, Ling Qingzhu and Ling'er limply slid to the ground and sat collapsed against the cold stone, panting rapidly. Their delicate bodies were flushed with passion and dotted with fine beads of sweat. Their dazed eyes held a trace of relief, but even more confusion and unease.
They could feel that what radiated from Mo Lin was no longer the previous heat and possessiveness, but a chilling rage that seemed capable of destroying everything.
"It isn't a matter of position, nor is the resonance insufficient..." Mo Lin slowly straightened, bare-chested, the lines of his muscles taut beneath the faint blue glow and emanating a dangerous aura.
Deep within his Immortal Eye, Chaos Light flowed with difficulty, piercing through the cave walls and gazing into the endless darkness outside. He sensed the increasingly dense, nauseating law fluctuations of "pollution" and "deathly silence" that permeated heaven and earth.
"It's them... those things outside!" Mo Lin's voice was icy. There was a trace of realization in it, but even more fury at being obstructed. "The pollution sources across the entire continent are converging here! Their numbers are too great, their concentration too high. They've formed some kind of...