Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu helped each other along for about five minutes before reaching the dormitory.
On the way back, Zhu Lu's leg buckled. Dai Huabin caught her around the waist and lifted her halfway back up.
"Can you still manage?"
Zhu Lu nodded without a word, but she leaned her full weight against him.
The backlash from a Martial Soul Fusion Skill was no joke, especially after that final strike. She had poured all her Soul Power into it, and now she could barely lift her arms.
Once they entered the dormitory, Dai Huabin helped Zhu Lu sit on the edge of the bed, then turned and poured a cup of warm water from the table.
Zhu Lu took it in both hands and drank a sip.
Dai Huabin sat down beside her, his mind still going over the battle.
The Three-Force Fusion state was absurdly powerful.
But the problems were obvious, too: it lasted far too briefly, and once it ended, they were left feeling utterly drained. It wasn't something they could use routinely—only as a trump card.
And Elder Yi's guidance had been crucial.
He closed his eyes and turned his spiritual power inward.
The Eye of Life hovered quietly above the sea of spirit, its green radiance slowly revolving in one ring after another.
Electrolux's gray orb had fallen silent again. Purifying the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife last time had probably taken a heavy toll, and he had just helped out again. His fragment of divine consciousness needed a longer recovery period.
"Huabin."
Zhu Lu's voice brought him back.
"Hmm?"
"What was that beam of light that shot from your forehead just now?"
Dai Huabin thought it over, then decided not to hide it.
"It was spiritual power."
Zhu Lu stared at him in surprise.
"When