"Bang!" A loud noise was heard.
Ye Chenfeng suddenly thrust the Black Xuan Sword in his right hand into the ground. Thick veins bulged on his forehead, and the tearing pain in his brain forced him to clutch his head tightly. Cold sweat poured down his cheeks, and he felt as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing inside his head.
In this state, Ye Chenfeng could no longer maintain the operation of the spiritual energy river in his meridians. He spoke inwardly, "Old White, Old Black, what on earth is going on?"
The White Shadow Person, Wu Fengxian, roughly explained the use of the Thought-leading Needle, and then he said, "Little one, this Thought-leading Needle is specifically designed to target the Sea of Consciousness. Currently, both Old Black and I are merely remnants of souls. If it were other matters, we could certainly help. But this needle also has some restraining power over souls."
