When the Fire Seed appeared in his mind, Feng Mountain's heart sank.
The Fire Seed was in an even worse state than when he had last seen it.
Because the supply of Soul Power had been repeatedly reduced, the already weak red flame had quietly turned a dim red, as if shrouded by a haze.
Every flicker made Feng Mountain's heart pound with fear; it seemed as though it would be completely extinguished in the next second.
Moreover, Feng Mountain could clearly sense the feeling of weakness coming from the Fire Seed growing more severe, and this weakness was intensifying dramatically with each passing second.
It was like a dying life, struggling desperately on the brink of death.
If it wasn't replenished with Soul Power in time, he would have no choice but to resort to his final plan.
But that final plan meant paying a huge price. People might even die—a lot of people.
