In his dantian, his two Saint hearts were working at full force. The Saint power slowly grew and surged into Lu Ming's limbs and bones. His injuries began to recover.
On the other side, Luo Xiang's situation was very similar to Lu Ming's. The giant sword would actually split out a sword source and fly towards Luo Xiang, which was then absorbed by his sword soul. Luo Xiang sat there cross-legged, motionless, like an old monk in meditation, concentrating on his cultivation.
"No, no..."
The sword fiend howled and continued to explode out. He wanted to resist but it was useless. He could not move at all.
He seemed to be restrained, and as the sword source on the giant sword in his hand was continuously drawn away, his ability to resist was getting weaker and weaker.
However, there were too many sword sources on the giant sword. It was endless and could not be absorbed in a short time.
Time passed by quickly, day after day.