The instant Su Jiu grasped the hovering Ice-Origin Spirit Pearl, the entire secret chamber shook.
But by then, Su Jiu could no longer afford to worry about much else.
She swallowed the Ice-Origin Spirit Pearl in one gulp. Had anyone else been present, they would surely have thought she had gone mad. After all, the enormous quantities of spiritual qi contained in origin spirit pearls of any attribute were far beyond what an ordinary cultivator could withstand.
As Su Jiu swallowed the spirit pearl, she immediately placed a restriction around its location in her dantian to keep herself from exploding, hoping to seal off the excessive spiritual qi it released. Yet even though she acted swiftly enough, she still nearly exploded and died. In the instant she swallowed it, before she could place the restriction, more spiritual qi than she could withstand had already entered her meridians.
She had intended to rely on the restriction to control the Ice-Origin Spirit Pearl's release of spiritual qi as much as possible, but she had still miscalculated. She had underestimated how much spiritual qi the pearl contained.
Now, every meridian in her body seemed to alternate endlessly between rupturing and healing. Su Jiu's gaze was icy, her face deathly pale, and even her once-red lips held not a trace of blood. Cold sweat had almost soaked her hair through, gathering into droplets that slid down either side, one after another.
Su Jiu dragged her palm hard across Frost-Cold Purple Ultimate's blade, instantly coating the sword in blood.
If her spiritual qi could not annihilate it completely, what if she added her blood?
Silver light blazed in Su Jiu's eyes, all but breaking down every movement of the magic beast.
The instant it lunged at her, Su Jiu poured every last ounce of strength