Fire Spirit Pure Land

"Heavens, are you trying to kill me?"

"Ten percent!"

"You drained ten percent of my core power in one go! What are you trying to do, murder me?"

"Heavens, if you do that another nine times, my soul will scatter and vanish!"

Zi Ling's shrieks instantly rang through Ye Zhen's mind. Their piercing intensity made the corners of Ye Zhen's mouth twitch wildly as he sucked in cold breaths. It felt as though her yelling might scatter his brains.

Ye Zhen froze for a moment, a bad feeling rising within him. "What? Didn't you say before that I could use your power? We were at death's door just now, so I used it..." Ye Zhen felt somewhat uneasy.

"I meant that you could use my sword intent and the power of my sword path—using my sword intent and sword path power as the framework, and your spiritual power cultivation as the flesh and blood, to launch an attack!

Not directly draw upon my core power! Do you know how difficult it is for me to accumulate my core power?"

"Ah... I'm about to die of rage! I slept within your body for nearly four years, absorbing and refining that portion of cultivation you sent me day and night without pause. Yet after nearly four years, I only recovered half a percent of my core power!

And now, you directly drew ten percent of my core power. Heavens..."

"Uh... If I invoked your sword path power and then used my own cultivation to launch an attack, how powerful would it be?" Ye Zhen suddenly asked.

"Your cultivation is too low. If you poured in ninety percent of your spiritual power, it could reach fifty to sixty percent of the power of the attack you previously unleashed using ten percent of my