When Qin Shaofeng heard Li Naling's words, he had already completely sealed off his six senses.
The battle before him looked difficult.
Yet he clearly knew that the battlefield on Li Naling's side was what would truly decide this battle.
Since that mustached man, who seemed powerful but had been poisoned before he had even made a move, had essentially already determined the outcome of this battle,
there was naturally no need for him to worry any further.
He rapidly swallowed pills one after another.
After absorbing energy for some time earlier, his meridians had already recovered sixty to seventy percent.
Although there was still quite a lot left to recover, it was no longer enough to cause him too much concern.
Since the battle outside required no further worry from him, he naturally paid it no mind.
After swiftly swallowing the pills, he began cultivating at top speed with the aid of their medicinal power.
His meridians also began recovering bit by bit.
Restored by the Seven-Colored energy, his meridians seemed to turn transparent bit by bit, yet they also seemed to become something filled with an uncanny sensation.
They no longer seemed fit to be regarded as meridians, but rather as something existing on another level.
Faced with the battle,
he had not considered the changes in his meridians at all, instead absorbing energy in a state bordering on madness.
As his meridians gradually recovered, he finally regained the ability to sense the existence of his martial cultivation.
Time trickled away little by little.
Yet he no longer cared about it in the slightest.
But just as his meridians recovered to around seventy percent, the Seven-Colored Origin energy that had previously seemed inexhaustible completely vanished.
Qin Shaofeng's brows immediately furrowed.
Yet before he could do anything else, he