The ice-blue spear was still shining, but Huo Yuhao no longer had the strength to raise his head and look.
Huo Yuhao had exhausted his spiritual power, and while crafting this spear, he had also used up one-fifth of the blood in his body.
He was now extremely weak, without even the strength to stand straight.
Had Elder Yi not taken control of a skeleton in time to support him, Huo Yuhao would have collapsed to the ground.
However, Huo Yuhao had abundant gold of life within his body, as well as the support of his dual soul cores.
The Yin-Yang Reversal Soul Core within him constantly replenished his soul power, while the vitality contained in the gold of life continued to nourish his body.
Huo Yuhao took several deep breaths before he had enough strength to leave the support of the skeleton behind him and stand straight again.
Although he had yet to recover even a tenth of his soul power, he still had the strength to stand, and even his spiritual power, exhausted through overuse, had already recovered.
A little color finally returned to Huo Yuhao's pale face.
Huo Yuhao raised his head to look at the ice-blue spear floating in midair, his brows furrowing slightly.
It was not because his crafting had failed, but because masses of thunderclouds were steadily gathering in the sky of the Undead Demiplane.
There was no thunder or rain in the Undead Demiplane. Watching the thunderclouds gathering overhead, Huo Yuhao thought of the heavenly tribulation soul beasts faced whenever they reached a hundred thousand years of cultivation.
Although these thunderclouds were much smaller in scale than the heavenly tribulation of an ordinary hundred-thousand-year soul beast, Huo Yuhao examined them with his Spirit Eyes and discovered that their formation was essentially the same;