Mortal Spiritual Body

Everyone’s attention was on the crystal in Zhao Feng’s hand. The circle suddenly condensed, then stopped again, then jumped again.

The change made the hearts of those watching clench. Lord Guanjun immediately swallowed what he was going to say, the change had almost caused him to give a wrong evaluation. After all, this was his first time seeing something like this.

Only Zhao Feng knew in his heart that his potential didn’t exceed two circles.

Two and a half circles …three circles…three and a half circles…

Under the heat of his left eye, the amount of circles reached three and a half and still kept condensing.

Three and a half…four circles…four and half circles…