The open ground of the Sword God's Grave.
The comatose Shui Menghan still lay quietly on the ground.
Ye Chenfeng sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes tightly shut. The gigantic hand and eye that appeared from the black portal in the distant sky were incredibly eerie. Especially that eye filled with deathly aura—it was just a glance, yet it made Ye Chenfeng spit fresh blood in distress.
This made Ye Chenfeng unwilling to look up at the black portal in the sky again. Moreover, the pure energy flowing through his meridians constantly expanded them, and it wouldn't be long before Ye Chenfeng might meet his demise through the rupture of his meridians. Thus, he urgently needed to quickly fuse the energy with his body.
It was quiet surrounding the Sword God's Grave. Sitting on the ground, Ye Chenfeng continually alternated between operating the Divine Blood Art and the Demon Heaven Art, rapidly absorbing the frenzied energy surging through his meridians.
