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Within the space, the gorgeous enchantment gradually dimmed. Zhong Ming quietly leaned against a stone while Xuan Hao laid on the grass beside him without moving at all.

He was now in so much pain that he was drenched in cold sweat and trembling uncontrollably. He originally wanted to knock himself out so that he wouldn't have to endure the pain. However, he didn't have the strength to do so. He could only stare blankly at the sky in the space with an expression of helplessness.

He didn't know when Zhong Ming would wake up, nor did he have the heart to think about what he should do now. The pain had reached a point where not only was he numb to the pain, but even his thoughts were numb to it. Xuan Hao was currently like a broken rag doll, the type of lifeless aura that would remain unmoved even if someone pulled him over.

In the entire space, there was actually no one who could help Xuan Hao overcome this obstacle.

The space became increasingly silent, as if there wasn't even a single living being. The air seemed to have frozen, and even time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhong Ming's fingers moved slightly.

Xuan Hao stood by his side, breathing his last. The pain from the Spiritual Sense's defect seemed to want to drown him. The Spiritual Sense's self-recovery ability was completely incomparable to the Spiritual Energy's recovery ability. It could even compare to a snail's speed at such a slow speed. When a person completely recovers, that person would definitely die from the pain first.

Xuan Hao was still in a half-awake state. His entire body was drowsy, as if he had walked on the Road to River Styx. His black clothes were drenched in cold sweat, and Xuan Hao felt as if his entire body was dehydrated. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his exposed arm, forming a first-rate sweat that flowed onto the ground and soaked a large patch of grass.

Zhong Ming was lying quietly beside Xuan Hao. He suddenly clenched his fingers, and then opened his pair of dark and cold eyes. His eyes were sharp and cold, as if they contained a cold killing intent.

He opened his eyes and stared fixedly at a certain spot in the air, as if that place was the enemy that he would never be able to live with for his entire life.

"Hiss — —" Zhong Ming calmed himself down after a while. Then, he took a deep breath and relaxed his body.

He had been in a state of tension ever since he woke up. His fear of the unknown made him especially cautious.

Zhong Ming took a few deep breaths and slowly found out his condition.

It had been a long time since he had the feeling that he was in control of his own body. After being trapped by something unknown, he had no way of resisting, because it seemed to have seeped into his blood unknowingly, making him unable to breathe, unable to think, slow his actions, and finally causing his consciousness to fall into a deep sleep.

Even now, he still didn't know how he woke up. However, when he lowered his head to look at Xuan Hao who was standing beside him, he was more or less certain.

It was impossible for Huang Ling to have this ability, and Lentil would definitely not be able to wake up and help him. Xuan Hao was lying right beside him, and he looked exhausted.

Zhong Ming's gaze was gentle as he looked at Xuan Hao, who was covered in sweat. He didn't contract with this dragon for nothing. It had abilities that he didn't even know about.

However, Zhong Ming quickly noticed that something was wrong with Xuan Hao. Xuan Hao's lips were no longer bright red. Instead, they were suffused with a sickly pale color. His brows were tightly knitted. His pair of smiling peach shaped eyes had also faintly closed at this moment.

This kind of state was definitely not the same as tiring out. tiring out was at most lying down and sleeping, but it was definitely not like this painful posture.

Zhong Ming locked his eyebrows tightly. His pair of pitch-black, deep, and cold eyes looked at Xuan Hao with scrutiny.

Zhong Ming raised his hand and grabbed Xuan Hao's wrist. Then, from the pulse images that he diagnosed, Xuan Hao's body didn't have any problems. Then why was he in such pain?

Zhong Ming's gaze suddenly became more serious. He sat cross-legged and looked around at his surroundings. They should be in a space now, Zhong Ming was very familiar with it. There was a faint red glow in the air, and the surrounding Spirit Grasses that seemed to carry the fluctuations of Spiritual Energy s.

He quickly sat cross-legged to recover his Spiritual Energy and his own. At the same time, he sent a message to Huang Ling, asking her what had happened after he had fallen into a deep slumber.

The middle-aged man wasn't sure what had happened after he fell asleep, so he chose to come alone to find him, brought him into space, and awakened him. In the end, he was half dead from exhaustion.

His speed was extremely fast, and he had an abundance of Spiritual Qi in the air. Therefore, Zhong Ming's recovery speed of Spiritual Energy was extremely quick, but the recovery speed of Spiritual Sense still required time. Therefore, even if Zhong Ming was really anxious, he wouldn't be able to go fast enough.

However, Zhong Ming was not flustered. If the worst came to worst, he would just eat the pills to quickly recover and practice again if there was less. After all, there were a lot of Spirit King World Spirit Grasses and he wasn't afraid of his stock being limited.

Thinking about the Spirit King Realm, Zhong Ming felt a slight headache. He didn't know how long he had stayed in this strange space when he was unconscious, nor did he know how much time was left before he left the Psionic Imperial Realm.

Zhong Ming instantly felt that his head was on top of his head and his head was on the ground. He was so angry that his teeth were grinding the pills.

Huang Ling gave him a reply. Zhong Ming listened carefully to what she was saying from the bottom of his heart and slightly restrained his irritable temper.

Only then did he realize the huge commotion he had created. That huge mushroom cloud …

Zhong Ming was speechless. He didn't even know that he had that much power. He really had no way to use it. It was simply too embarrassing. Fortunately, little Huang Ling didn't see too much information and was sent into the space by Xuan Hao. Otherwise, he would have been able to see all the stupid things that he did in the future.2

Thinking of Xuan Hao, Zhong Ming quickly returned his Spiritual Sense and probed around his body.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with his body, not even internal injuries. His meridians were very strong, and his magic power was circulating slowly and in an orderly manner within his body. The black and red qi emitted a terrifying aura.

Zhong Ming did not stay any longer and quickly entered Xuan Hao's Sea of Consciousness, the Sea of Consciousness that had been blocked by him several times.

He couldn't care less now that every time he entered his sea of consciousness, there would be nothing good to do. Xuan Hao's current pained appearance really worried him a little. He had no choice but to go in and investigate.

Within his sea of consciousness, the black-blue sea was faintly rippling. Xuan Hao's little person was sitting cross-legged above the spirit sea. Below the spirit sea, there was a sliver of black mist constantly gathering. However, the speed was something Zhong Ming could feel.

The speed at which the black mist rose was almost comparable to the cultivation speed of Spiritual Energy. Everyone knew that the cultivation speed of Spiritual Sense was countless times slower than the cultivation speed of Spiritual Energy. Zhong Ming immediately noticed the abnormality and flew into his black and blue Spirit Sea.

In this space, after the red sun had been shattered by Xuan Hao, the entire space revealed the silence of the night. There were only a few stars hanging in the sky, without even an obvious source of light. Zhong Ming angrily glanced at this dark space, then flew to Xuan Hao's spirit body to observe it.

His situation right now was that he was in pain so much that he couldn't even endure it. He looked like he was about to faint, but his body didn't have a single scar, not even a single wound. In Zhong Ming's eyes, this must be another problem with his Sea of Consciousness.

However, the reality was there, his Sea of Consciousness did not have any problems, but his Spiritual Sense was missing.

Zhong Ming looked at it from a closer distance. The little person of Xuan Hao looked quite similar to him. He was a small version of a handsome young man. However, at this moment, the little person's face was filled with pain that could be seen with the naked eye.

Zhong Ming looked down and was shocked to see that half of his leg was missing.

Zhong Ming gasped. Such a big defect! He couldn't die from the pain! How long had he been like this?

Xuan Hao was truly in extreme pain. His current situation was that he had stepped half a leg into the underworld. If he endured any longer, he would probably meet the King of Hell. The pain of his soul being torn apart was more unbearable than even his primordial spirit being shattered.

Zhong Ming quickly retreated out of Xuan Hao's sea of consciousness and retrieved all of the Spiritual Sense.

Zhong Ming quickly poured out all of the pills in the bag. He calmed himself down from his shock, and then quickly poured all of them out after figuring out where the pills to repair the Spiritual Sense were. He opened Xuan Hao's mouth and gave him all of them to eat.

Xuan Hao's pain didn't lessen. His brows were still tightly knitted together, and the paleness of his lips hadn't changed. However, his forehead was no longer covered in sweat and Zhong Ming slightly heaved a sigh of relief. He then found a pile of pills and fed them to Xuan Hao as well as the auxiliary pills that helped the effects of the pill to develop more smoothly.

Even elixirs had elixir poison, however, in Xuan Hao's current situation, Zhong Ming couldn't care less. At most, Zhong Ming would clear the pill poison for him after this incident, and that wouldn't be a big deal. The most important thing was that Xuan Hao could hold on for now and not die from the pain.

Zhong Ming seemed to be really worried. Although that kind of supportive medicine was effective, it was still useless. It wouldn't be effective for long; it was only a beginner's medicine. However, Xuan Hao's current situation didn't allow him to wait for the elixir refining situation. Zhong Ming could only do his best to help Xuan Hao pass the difficult time.

Zhong Ming kept staring at Xuan Hao's expression. When his eyebrows relaxed a little, he let out a sigh of relief. However, it was followed by a frown.

Xuan Hao's complexion was now particularly rosy, reverting from his previous pallor. It was as if a sickly beauty had suddenly been seduced to the point that her ears turned red. There was no reason for her speed to be so fast.

Xuan Hao's cold sweat had completely vanished by now, but now his entire body was like a bright red prawn.

Zhong Ming's heart was suddenly lifted. Was this the end?

Right now, his gaze was tightly fixed on Xuan Hao, and he didn't dare to rest for even a moment. However, there was still a problem with Xuan Hao. He really couldn't relax for too long. Right now, he already felt that he was about to be exhausted. He had just woken up and spent half a day without being able to recover. In the end, something happened to Xuan Hao. He had just calmed down, and another accident had occurred …

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