Suddenly, the air around Ning Fengzhi seemed to warp under an invisible force. The Soul Power filling it churned like boiling water, rolling in every direction and falling into utter chaos.
Ning Fengzhi himself was immersed in an indescribable state of bliss. His eyes were closed, and his face was pale, yet he wore an unusually peaceful expression.
Seeing this, Sword Douluo strode forward and scrutinized Ning Fengzhi's condition with his sharp gaze.
Then he drew a deep breath, as though trying to pull all the surrounding air into his lungs, before slowly exhaling. Helplessness and gravity weighed on his face.
"Fengzhi was already a level seventy-nine Soul Saint. After years of refinement, his Soul Power had become exceptionally rich and potent." Sword Douluo's voice was low and firm, but deep concern ran through it.
"However, the energy of the immortal herb he absorbed this time is far too vast, well beyond the limits of what he can withstand. He cannot absorb this energy, nor can he control his own Soul Power. If this continues, I fear Fengzhi's body will burst, killing him."
Sword Douluo's words filled everyone present with unprecedented panic.
They could not imagine what a devastating blow it would deal the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect if Ning Fengzhi truly died that way.
Tears instantly streamed down Ning Rongrong's face. Looking at Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, she cried out in a trembling voice, "Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa, you must have a way to save him, right?"
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance, then both shook their heads helplessly.
They knew all too well how difficult this situation was. Even Titled Douluos like them could not draw the Soul Power out of Ning Fengzhi's body.
Moreover, Ning Fengzhi seemed to have fallen into a deep