The lingering, scalding heat of the Ancient Bronze Mirror Fragment had not yet completely faded. The faint crack on the mirror surface looked like a brand, silently testifying to the dangerous cost of forcibly executing an archaic combat technique through Deduction.
Within Qin Lie’s Sea of Consciousness, the essence of the simplified version of the *Star-Fall Spear Formula*—dissected, optimized, and branded into his mind—was emitting a cold and overbearing fluctuation. Intertwining with the churning Qi and blood within his body and the lingering, unsettled agony, it left him taut like a bowstring drawn to its absolute limit, his aura heavy, condensed, and perilous.
Shi Hu panted heavily, wiping a mixture of blood and sweat from his face. His newly scabbed wounds twitched with dull pain at the movement.
Chapter 252