A thousand drums seemed to thunder in Abyssal Sage King's mind, leaving his vision blurred until he could barely make out Mo Lin.
It felt as though the seasons were changing within his body. One moment he was pierced by bone-chilling cold, the next scorched by blazing heat; at times, it felt as if his organs had been violently churned into disarray, no longer in their proper places.
How could Abyssal Sage King dare keep swallowing under such circumstances?
He retreated a hundred meters, only managing to steady himself by planting the Heavenly Saint Abyss-Splitting Halberd into the ground. He hurriedly mobilized his Abyssal power to ease the agony within him.
"What did you do?!" Abyssal Sage King roared at Mo Lin, though his voice was already weak.
Mo Lin slowly walked toward Abyssal Sage King and sneered.
"Lord Sage King, you can't just slander an innocent man! You had me completely suppressed just now. I could barely resist, and you instantly drained more than half of my Soul Power. What could I possibly have done to you?"
Hearing Mo Lin's outrageously sarcastic words, Abyssal Sage King's fury surged. His Abyssal power immediately went awry, splitting his head with pain, yet he still glared furiously at Mo Lin as though demanding an explanation.
In truth, Abyssal Sage King had only himself to blame for his current state.
Although Mo Lin knew the reason, the one who had caused this outcome was Abyssal Sage King himself.
If one had to say what Mo Lin did, it was simply that he had not resisted Abyssal Sage King's attempt to devour the energy in his body. He had even allowed the Winged Dragon divine power to be absorbed.
And the Winged Dragon divine power was precisely the root cause of Abyssal Sage King's