"This spiritual power bestowed by Jin Tianci is so strong..." Liu Ming frowned, his mind racing.
His own spiritual power had already been greatly depleted, yet the golden bear formed from Jin Tianci's spiritual power in the illusion remained as fierce as ever, consecutively defeating more than a dozen spirit beasts he had conjured.
The might of the opponent's divine consciousness far exceeded his expectations; no wonder he was so confidently suggesting a spirit duel.
It seemed that he had no choice but to use the Transforming Spirit Insect.
With determination in his heart, Liu Ming sent a small strand of his spiritual power to touch the Transforming Spirit Insect in his arms.
The insect vibrated slightly; immediately, a surge of spiritual power gushed out from its body and quickly merged into his, then poured into the sea of his consciousness.