He had underestimated the power of the God King's inheritance.
The Life Force and Destruction Force surged into turmoil at the same time, following the connection between his Martial Soul and its host as they once again rushed into his meridians. This time, they didn't tear at him—they crushed him. The two forces twisted together into one, like a mountain bearing down on him.
Xu Yanli felt as though his soul was about to be ground to pieces.
Just as he was about to give out, the ball of white light in the Angel Phantom's chest suddenly burst open.
Faith Force.
It wasn't the gentle soothing from before. It was an all-encompassing, blazing embrace that refused to be denied. White light poured from his chest, instantly filling his entire sea of consciousness and enveloping both the raging Life Force and Destruction Force.
It didn't suppress them. It separated them.
It was as if someone were wielding an invisible blade, carefully slicing apart the two intertwined forces, then guiding each one toward where it belonged.
Xu Yanli gasped for breath. His body felt as if it had been taken apart and pieced back together, every inch of muscle aching.
He slowly descended to the ground and looked up at Electrolux, standing at the edge of the Life Force.
Electrolux nodded at him without a word, the worry in his eyes fading away.
Xu Yanli braced himself against the ground and stood, then took a deep breath as his consciousness slowly withdrew from his sea of consciousness.
He opened his eyes.
The carriage was still moving. Outside the window, darkness had fallen, and the last streak of sunset was sinking below the horizon. Lezheng Ling sat beside the coachman, his back ramrod straight as he warily scanned their surroundings.
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