Ling Xingkong flicked out four bursts of force, which instantly struck the four spirit lamps of metal, water, wood, and fire in succession. Because he moved too quickly, it seemed as though the changes in all five spirit lamps had been completed at the same instant.
The spirit liquid within the four lamps boiled in the next instant. When struck by the four bursts of force, the unlit wicks at the centers of the lamps also flicked in succession like lightning.
The three wicks swayed in the order of metal, water, and wood. Then, as if drawing up the spirit liquid below, each wick shot out a stream of spirit liquid that landed precisely in the base of the next lamp. Metal generated water, water generated wood, wood generated fire!
Up to this point, everything matched the five men's deductions, and no anomaly had yet arisen. Yet this only made all five of them more tense, their divine senses forming cages around themselves.
Should even the slightest abnormality try to reach them, they would be able to react at top speed. At present, everyone's gaze was fixed on a corner of the cave, where a spirit lamp stood with only one character engraved upon its base: "Fire"!
Ling Xingkong continuously poured the magical power within his body into his four fingers. Fortunately, the situation he had feared did not occur. His magical power was being infused normally, and at this rate of depletion, he could hold on for an hour without issue.
Yet this was already exceedingly terrifying. He was an expert of the Body Integration Realm, and he was merely activating four spirit lamps. With the ordinary spirit lamps in his clan, he could stand there and activate them without limit for as long as he lived.
The power