Seeing Lin Tong dispatch over thirty Green-robed Cultists with a single, casual gesture, Luo Xiu's eyes widened. Only then did he realize that this little brother of his was even stronger than he had imagined.
Lin Tong turned back to Luo Xiu, the corners of his mouth curving into a self-satisfied, almost boastful smile.
"This is a Taoist Art I created years ago, called the Soul Burst Technique."
"What do you think, Brother?"
Luo Xiu's face darkened, and he refused to comment.
"Stop showing off. Let's get this over with; we don't have much time."
At that moment, Luo Xiu's head felt dizzy, and the world seemed to spin around him. He knew it was a symptom of severe Divine Sense depletion. The stronger the target revived by "Elysian Nether Earth," the more Divine Sense it consumed. Furthermore, maintaining the Body of the Dark Land also required a continuous drain on his Divine Sense.
