Buzzing!
Under everyone's gaze, Jian Wuheng's body began to tremble slightly, his complexion gradually turned pale, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a stream of grayish-black air flew out from Jian Wuheng's body, merging into the surrounding air.
Opening his eyes, Jian Wuheng looked at Jiang Chen and revealed a helpless smile, "No, I can't do it!"
"Forget it, it's not something you can force!"
Jiang Chen gently patted Jian Wuheng's shoulder, smiling lightly to comfort him.
Jian Wuheng nodded, the look in his eyes towards Jiang Chen carrying a trace of admiration.
During his earlier attempt, he couldn't even keep the Death Qi from corroding his Spiritual Power, let alone use it to refine it, which made him admire Jiang Chen even more.
