"Ah—"
Zhuang Yuechan's brow furrowed tightly as she let out a pained, miserable cry.
As a Nascent Soul Cultivator, the information and memories contained within Yushu's Divine Soul could be described as a vast ocean. Zhuang Yuechan felt as if her Sea of Consciousness was about to burst.
Seeing that Zhuang Yuechan's endurance had reached its limit, Yushu didn't stop. Instead, she drew upon the Mana of Song Changsheng and the others even more vigorously, continuously accelerating the fusion process.
'This is the last chance. I won't give up, no matter what!'
"Argh—"
As the Mana in their bodies was rapidly drained, the auras of Song Changsheng and the other two grew increasingly faint. It was difficult for them to even speak.
If this continued, it would take less than a quarter of an hour for all their Mana to be drained, followed by their Spiritual Power, and then their Life Origin, until they were reduced to withered corpses.
