In the blink of an eye, Feng Jun had been in the Huiyuan Domain for three months, yet he had cleared less than thirty percent of the desert mirage vapor.
It was not because he lacked efficiency, but because the amount of mirage vapor in this domain was simply enormous.
Compared to soul bodies, mirage bodies were far weaker in battle. Their greatest specialty was nothing more than illusion arts, but whether it was the two True Lords, True Venerable Hanhai, the Mirror Spirit, or the Yin Soul Big Shot, who among them cared about illusion arts?
If it came to actual combat, the five of them might need to consider holding back their strength and not exceeding the combat limits of a True Venerable. But when it was merely a matter of stabilizing their souls and avoiding being deceived by illusions, what did they have to fear?
Thus, those few barely needed to make a move. It was enough for them to protect Feng Jun and strengthen his condition. In any case, even if they killed mirage bodies, it would be difficult for them to absorb the soul-origin energy. It was better to wait for Feng Jun's lamp to do its work.
Over these two months, the lamp had refined five million drops of Soul-Nourishing Liquid, nearly ninety percent of the harvest from the Voidmist Realm. Its efficiency was absolutely not slow. True Venerable Hanhai had always felt that his three-percent share was somewhat low, but he no longer mentioned it now.
In merely three months, without doing much at all, he could receive over a hundred thousand drops of Soul-Nourishing Liquid. Even if it was only Golden Core Stage Soul-Nourishing Liquid, he should be satisfied, right?
That day, they emerged from a place called Soul-Confounding Ridge. Having traveled