Wu Han finished finalizing his technique and shut down his concentration mode.
Blood spilled from his mouth as it ran from his nose and eyes, his ears ringing.
The drawback was real and extremely painful.
He could not access his own intellect because of the risk of calling down the red lightning, so he was forced to channel his consciousness through Wu Han's mind as a medium.
Wu Han coughed the last mouthful of blood out, then healed the damage.
Now he had Sky Piercer, Cloud Trace Art, Tempest Edge, and Stormgate Cannon as his martial arts.
He sighed and wiped the blood away.
When he looked outside, the sky had already turned dark.
Night had passed while he cut off all outside stimulus without even noticing, and it still caused this much damage.
"Just you wait..." he muttered.
Knock. Knock.
A knock came from the door.
With a single sense, he knew it was Hong Qing.
