One thousand two hundred and ninety-seven drops, one thousand two hundred and ninety-eight drops…
Behind Chu Fengmian, the phantom of the ancient Battle Dragon roared madly, drawing spiritual power from the Spiritual Spring every moment.
It was like a hungry beast entering a flock of sheep, beginning to devour countless spiritual energies and converting them into the ancient Battle Dragon's essence blood.
Before long, the essence blood of the ancient Battle Dragon on Chu Fengmian's body had already transformed into a full fifteen hundred drops.
Even with such power, however, it was still insufficient to help Chu Fengmian break through the barrier of Divine Power. Chu Fengmian felt as if his body was about to explode.
It seemed unable to withstand such immense power yet was also unable to break through the bottleneck.
If this were to continue, it was very likely that Chu Fengmian would face the outcome of a failed breakthrough and directly perish.
