"Suppress!"
Han Feng clenched his jaw, his mind singularly focused, his will as unyielding as steel.
The Three-Inch Heart Sword floating in the center of his Sea of Consciousness suddenly erupted with a dazzling light.
SHING!
Sword Qi flared in every direction. It forcefully cut, crushed, and compressed the violently surging Soul Power, annihilating all filth and impurities and leaving only the purest essence.
Each slash brought a wave of soul-tearing agony, but Han Feng's will was like a boulder, completely unshaken.
Time ticked by, one second at a time.
The Underground Cultivation Chamber was terrifyingly silent, broken only by Han Feng's stifled, guttural roars and the faint vibrations humming from deep within his bones.
The clothes on Han Feng's body were soaked through with sweat, then dried by his body heat, leaving behind a white crust of salt. Blue veins bulged beneath his skin.
