Di Tian held Huo Yuhao and leaped across the continent.
He plucked many spiritual fruits, refined them with his power into wisps of extremely pure soul power, and channeled them into Huo Yuhao's body.
Nourished by the spiritual fruits refined by Di Tian, Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes.
"Senior..."
Di Tian interrupted Huo Yuhao's words: "Rest for now."
Then Di Tian flew into midair, releasing his aura as the head of the eighty-nine-hundred-thousand-year ferocious beasts without the slightest concealment.
All was silent, and then the earth trembled, with nearby soul beasts all fleeing like mad.
As for Huo Yuhao on the ground, at this moment he was running the Great Desolation Scripture with all his might.
Huo Yuhao's palm landed fiercely on the ground.
A peculiar fluctuation, centered on his location, spread like lightning along the earth.
The originally verdant woodland began to turn withered and yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye.
And the earth near Huo Yuhao's body even showed varying degrees of cracking.
Di Tian watched this scene intently from midair.
He could sense that beneath the earth, a power like dormant spring thunder was surging.
And the direction where these energies converged was precisely the cross-legged, seated Huo Yuhao.
Almost in just an instant, raging deep-yellow flames burned outside Huo Yuhao's body.
This was the first time Huo Yuhao had used the Great Desolation Scripture without any reservations.
He could clearly perceive that the energy contained in the surrounding earth was all converging into his body at this moment.
This was using a rather overbearing posture to forcibly borrow the power from the earth and transform it for his own use.
Borrowing this energy, Huo Yuhao immediately ran the Martial Scripture with all his might, recovering his soul power at the fastest speed.