In a single instant, all the strength in Lin Feng's body, along with the three wisps of breath in his lungs, was drained dry.
Liked striking a flame?
Had he prepared to use himself as the fuel?
This was the first time Lin Feng had experienced the three exhaustions.
His strength was spent, his God-mind was spent, and the vital breath in his lungs was spent.
He had not grasped the true essence of that power.
Nor had he grasped the finesse of wielding it.
All on his own, he had worked out a way to use the Land God Seal.
His first, unconscious use of it had been a little too forceful.
The blow had certainly been powerful. The ghosts, along with the people in nearly half the building where he rented his room, had all fallen into states of "paralysis" and "unconsciousness."
The aftereffects were considerable, too.
He was neither a Land God nor a Mountain God. He had no divine authority backing him, and his own strength was hardly exceptional. He had only infused the Land God Seal with the weather wind breath in his body, using his own power as a pump.
In other words.
This time, he had used the Land God Seal himself to forcibly activate its effect.
An effect that targeted souls.
It worked well, but the side effects were severe. His enemies passed out, and so did he.
He hit the floor with a thud, dropping straight onto his stomach and "falling peacefully asleep."
The entire rental building was silent.
Only the "Seven Warlords of the Sea" remained kneeling miserably on the floor, unable even to tremble.
They were still in a state of "paralysis."
They could neither make any expressions nor move.
A good while passed.
About fifteen minutes.
Only then