Standing in the storeroom for nearly a hundred heartbeats, Lin Sheng suddenly felt the strength throughout his body contract like a deflating balloon, rapidly withdrawing into his heart.
The dark purple veins on his brow and chest slowly faded, settling and disappearing beneath his skin.
His clothes had loosened a little, too.
It seems to make my muscles swell as well, Lin Sheng judged inwardly.
Then a powerful wave of weakness suddenly surged through him, spreading across his entire body like an electric shock.
Lin Sheng's vision went black, and he nearly collapsed.
I knew it. Energy can't be created or destroyed. This burst of strength must have come from my own body!
Lin Sheng braced one hand against the wall. The world spun before his eyes, and everything he looked at seemed blurry.
He felt he should be grateful that the Evil Spirit he'd summoned wasn't picky and didn't mind that his blood had thickened a little. Otherwise, whether he could have succeeded this time would have been anyone's guess.
He had a vague feeling that this ability probably drew its power from burning the blood inside him.
Otherwise, where could such incredible strength come from?
The Evil Spirit in the ritual definitely wouldn't be so kind as to provide free charging services to whoever used the ability.
Once he'd recovered his wits, Lin Sheng leaned against the wall and rested for a while. When he felt the weakness in his body ease a little, he finally let out a breath.
I really learned a lot this time. He recalled the ritual he'd just performed.
That dark red face, trying to break free and burst out. In an instant, it had smashed his worldview, built on more than forty years of materialism, to pieces.
*No, perhaps what I saw