Under the immense power, the somewhat dim Primordial Spirit gradually grew more substantial.
The light continued to intensify, and the power within it grew stronger and stronger.
But there was still no sign of revival.
Feng Lei's expression gradually darkened.
The qilin had said there might be a power here that could bring him back to life, but it was only a possibility, and the chances weren't great.
Feng Lei had already considered the consequences before going this far. If he failed to revive him, the Primordial Spirit, after all this effort, would completely collapse.
Just as it seemed about to give out, another immense power suddenly poured in from beside them.
It stabilized the slightly unsteady Primordial Spirit.
That power naturally came from Qin Feng.
A faint smile appeared on Qin Feng's face.
"Although I don't know who this guy is or why you're going to such lengths to revive him, no matter what, you signed a contract with me."
"I'll give you a hand."
Feng Lei suddenly felt his eyes grow misty. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried, but now he felt as if he was about to.
This obsession had been in his heart for far too long.
"I can't thank you enough. I truly accept you now."
After Feng Lei finished speaking, his expression turned serious once more.
With Qin Feng's power bolstering his own, the strength of the support wasn't great, but at least it had stabilized the chaotic energy.
All they had to do now was keep channeling power into it, and they might be able to revive the Primordial Spirit.
The two of them maintained the same rhythm, standing in place and watching the ball of light above the Pangu Blood Pool.
After an unknown length of time, a faint