Mo Yexue had been using formations to break formations for a full seven days.
By now, the protective barrier around the high platform resembled a water surface lashed by fierce winds, ripples rising everywhere and waves surging without end. It looked ready to collapse at any moment.
Mo Yexue wore an iron mask, concealing her expression.
Yet from the aura radiating from her body, it was not difficult to tell that she had reached her limit.
Both the spiritual power and spiritual sense within her had been tremendously depleted.
Yang Yu, Gou Jun, and Mi Hai watched Mo Yexue's back intently with indifferent expressions, not saying a word.
Only Lan Chen showed a trace of concern.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, can you continue?"
"I'm fine!"
Mo Yexue breathed out softly. During a pause between hand seals, she tossed a pill into her mouth.
"I'll have to trouble Fellow Daoist Lan Chen to help me refine the pill and restore my spiritual power."
"Alright!"
Lan Chen stepped forward and moved behind Mo Yexue, pressing her right hand against Mo Yexue's back. A stream of gentle spiritual power slowly flowed into Mo Yexue's body like a thin rivulet.
Mo Yexue's nearly depleted spiritual power began to recover slowly.
At that moment, a sharp glint flashed through the eyes of both Mo Yexue and Lan Chen.
A drop of milky-white spiritual liquid suddenly appeared in Lan Chen's left hand.
That drop of spiritual liquid seemed to contain the purest essence of heaven and earth, emanating exceptionally powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.
The instant the liquid appeared, a miniature spiritual energy storm formed in Lan Chen's palm and slowly began to spin.
Lan Chen flipped her hand and struck Mo Yexue atop the head. The spiritual liquid entered Mo Yexue's body along with the blow.
Mo