With Wei Jiangyuan and Xiao Yan working together, the intensity of their soul power was indeed beyond what ordinary people could compare to. They gathered the remaining herbs at an astonishing speed.
Of the nearly eighty herbs, the two of them had collected around fifty, leaving only a little over thirty in place. Xiao Yan held all his gains in his hands. As the soul-pressure restriction intensified, he could already truly feel himself running out of strength.
On the other side, Wei Jiangyuan's face was flushed red as well. His soul power was no longer as steady or swift as before. Xiao Yan said to Ling Zhuo, "This is our limit for now. These herbs should be enough for you and your subordinates, right?"
Ling Zhuo smiled at those words. "I know you're still holding back, but I'm in a good mood, so I can't be bothered to argue with you."
Then Ling Zhuo stepped forward several paces. The late Spiritual State Soul within his brow erupted like a tsunami, and its pressure, a full level beyond ordinary, crushed the mountain rocks until they crumbled away. Dozens of bronze ancient-seal restrictions rippled at once, yet they were forcefully torn open the instant they clashed with Ling Zhuo's soul power—three herbs were violently uprooted by him at once.
Xiao Yan and Wei Jiangyuan exchanged a glance. Both knew that their little tricks had not truly escaped Ling Zhuo's notice. Naturally, neither of them had genuinely put their all into gathering herbs for Ling Zhuo; they had both held something back. But now that Ling Zhuo had personally joined in, the number of remaining herbs began to drop rapidly. Eventually, it would reach the point where no one could collect any more, even if they gave it their all. In the end,