Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward, and searched Ma Yuan's body, finding a Mustard Seed Pouch that he put away. He did not rush to examine it.
At that moment, Yue Lang, Luo Xiong, and the others heard the commotion and rushed in with their men.
"I'm fine." Zhao Feng waved a hand.
"Keep this quiet for now."
Once everyone had withdrawn, he immediately swallowed the Astral Qi Pill he had received from Yu Shi and began restoring his power.
Although Yang Extreme Break's limit-breaking skill was unlike Thousandfold Shatter, it still drew on seventy to eighty percent of his astral qi, concentrating it into a single point pushed to the utmost limit. In wartime, he had to restore his strength immediately.
Put plainly, a limit-breaking skill extracted power to the utmost and condensed it into a single point to deliver a killing blow.
"Yang Extreme Break isn't so bad, but Thousandfold Shatter really drains every last drop of power from my body. Afterward, when my power is completely empty, the strength of my physical body becomes crucial." Zhao Feng recalled seeing Luo Xiong fight at the eastern city gate. He had essentially fought on physical strength alone, charging and crashing through everything like a tank.
If he could fight his way out of danger with his body alone when his astral qi was depleted, that would be another good option. That made body-tempering cultivation methods especially important.
The next day, the hour of the dragon had already passed. In the camp outside the city, Hu Shahu waited in full armor, a spiked club in hand.
"Report!"
"We launched probing attacks on the city, but the enemy commander, Zhao Feng, has not appeared on any of the four walls."
A colonel under his command entered and delivered