"Hiss..."
Jeming's brain experienced waves of stabbing pain.
He felt his Spiritual Power being squeezed to the limit, like a sponge wrung dry, again and again.
Whenever his Spiritual Power was on the verge of exhaustion, he would unhesitatingly swallow a Magic Potion to restore it, and then plunge back into the immense restoration project.
Finally, after multiple rounds of depleting his Spiritual Power, this "restoration" project was nearing its end.
As he released the final round of Alchemy, the ice-cold land beneath him quietly returned to its original state.
The earth looked as if it had never been torn apart, with no trace of the bombardment he had inflicted.
But Jeming knew that was just a facade.
Beneath lay a Sea of Evil Qi that could bring down a High Tier Wizard.
Standing on the repaired ground, he exhaled a long breath of turbid air.
Then, still feeling uneasy, he took out some high-quality Energy Crystal Stones from his internal space and ground them into powder.
