Remove One of Your Arms (1)

After a moment of silence, a youthful voice was heard from her mind, "Master, you want to use that method to raise your spiritual strength again? But even if you raise your spiritual strength, you only have 50% chance of defeating him."

"50% chance, huh?" Yun Luofeng caressed her chin, determination in her features. "That's more than enough! Xiao Mo, help me raise my spiritual strength!"

While saying these words, she stopped hiding her aura, and it exploded out with a loud bang, akin to a roaring ocean with its surging waves.

"Earth-level, low-rank spirit cultivator?" 

After feeling the young lady's fierce aura, Bai Ci's features became solemn, and pity appeared on his geriatric face.