However, Zhou Qing's actions did not stop.
His hands continued to dance, one Spirit Seal after another condensed swiftly, moving so fast that it dazzled the eyes.
"The twenty-fifth!"
"The twenty-sixth!"
"The twenty-seventh!"
...
Yan Xiaohu's mouth opened wider and wider, his eyes full of astonishment.
He had never seen or heard of anyone able to condense so many Spirit Seals in such a short time.
This completely overturned his understanding!
But Zhou Qing seemed to have entered a mysterious state, completely immersed in the world of arrays.
In his mind, Master Xuanqing's legacy was being continuously deciphered, turning into one Spirit Seal after another, floating around him.
"The thirtieth!"
"The thirty-first!"
"The thirty-second!"
...
The number of Spirit Seals kept increasing, and Yan Xiaohu, who was hugging the old hen, was already speechless, feeling that everything was so unreal.
It was simply like a dream.
No, even dreams aren't this exaggerated.
