1322: A Hopeless Situation

A Hopeless Situation

That was crazy!0

It was too late for Feng Wu to take her hand back now!

Whoosh!

Soon, Feng Wu was drained of her spiritual essence as well.

But she was a little better than Master Rong Yang, because she still had a free hand to replenish her spiritual essence.

Feng Wu had made a batch of a spiritual essence supplement a while ago, and had given Master Rong Yang some this time. Right now, she still had about a dozen left.

The spiritual essence supplement made by Feng Wu was nothing like those on the market. The amount of spiritual essence in each bottle alone was beyond imagination.

One bottle, two bottles, three bottles…

Feng Wu felt much more relieved when she drank the supplement. As a result, Master Rong Yang's situation improved as well.

However, the spiritual essence was consumed shortly after it entered her system.

The speed at which she was drained of spiritual essence was terrifying.

Even Feng Wu, who could remain unperturbed even in the face of an erupting volcano, had begun to panic.

At this speed, the amount of supplement she had wouldn't be enough.

Five bottles, ten bottles…

As time went by, Feng Wu was at a loss over what to do.

15 bottles…

Finally, Feng Wu used up all the supplement bottles she had.

Rumble —

She heard a rumble in her head, and began to faintly sense a little creature inside the Fallen Star Sword.

It looked like a tiny human baby with two pointy white ears. Right now, it was curled into a ball and sleeping soundly.

It was smacking its lips as well.

Feng Wu was speechless.

She was on the verge of passing out, when she heard Master Rong Yang's voice.

"Hang on, kiddo. You didn't think that a formidable weapon would be that easy to subdue, did you?

"I made it with all 108 of my signature strikes; this is going to be the most formidable weapon I've ever made!

"I don't think I'll be able to make anything better for the rest of my life!"

Feng Wu was astonished by those words.

She didn't expect the Fallen Star Sword to be so impressive, which explained why it was so difficult to subdue it.

Biting hard on the tip of her tongue, Feng Wu used the pain and the taste of blood in her mouth to rouse herself.

She needed spiritual essence. A lot of it.

There was no supplement left, but fortunately, she still had a lot of treasures in her ring space.

There were formations, spiritual equipment, spiritual plants, spiritual stones, spiritual soil… It was everything Feng Wu had accumulated over the years, but no matter how reluctant she was, she had to draw spiritual essence from them now.

Rustle…

Feng Wu could sense all her treasures turning into white powder as soon as the spiritual essence was drawn out of them.

Her beautiful master and his white jade ice bed remained untouched, because Feng Wu would rather die than bring harm to her master.

Time slowly went by.

There was nothing left that she could draw spiritual essence from. Feng Wu was overwhelmed with despair.

But the Fallen Star Sword was still drawing spiritual essence into it. What on earth did it want?!

Desperate and frustrated, Feng Wu trembled from head to toe.

She had to use her beautiful master's spiritual essence, or she would die.

Pfft —

Feng Wu couldn't bring herself to touch her beautiful master, so she gritted her teeth. However, she had reached her limit. The next second, she spat out a mouthful of blood!

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