High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords Chapter 185 - 176: 2600 Krypton Gold! Tonight, All Gods and

SCHLICK—

Like a red-hot blade slicing through butter, it t no resistance.

The bisected Spirit Body didn’t even have ti to shriek before it disintegrated and dissipated in mid-air.

It transford into a cluster of colorful light, brighter than any before it.

’Projecting Sword Essence!’

Although it only traveled a ter, this was a completely different concept from simply coating the blade with Sword Qi as he had done before.

Han Feng’s eyes lit up, and he made a grasping motion with his hand through the barrier of light.

As if pulled by an unseen force, the cluster of light passed effortlessly through the barrier and was absorbed directly into his body.

BOOM!

A cool current, several tis purer than before, rushed straight into his mind.

[Spiritual Strength 1.5]

Han Feng was instantly revitalized.

Staring at the dense school of Spirit Bodies swarming outside, his eyes began to glow with a terrifying green light.

He was like a fisherman who had figured out the trick, standing on the safe shore and continuously casting his deadly net into the pond.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Streaks of condensed, silver-gray Sword Aura shot out, precisely reaping the Spirit Bodies that drew near.

In less than ten minutes, sweat was already beading on Han Feng’s forehead.

The consumption of Sword Essence was far greater than that of Sword Qi, and his reserves of Sword Essence were quickly running dry.

At the sa ti, that familiar, murky feeling of spiritual pollution washed over him once more.

"Brother ng, ti to switch!"

Han Feng fell back, plopped onto the ground, and imdiately put on the silver helt rented from Star Sea Technology.

He picked up a light blue Potion, twisted off the cap, and downed it in one go.

The ice-cold liquid slid down his throat, bringing considerable relief to his throbbing mind.

"Activate."

VMMMM—

The oppressive might of a Tier Three Early Stage Void Nightmare instantly descended upon him.

This ti, Han Feng didn’t just passively endure it as he had before.

He actively opened his mind, allowing the imnse, mountain-like pressure to wash over his Sea of Consciousness.

He could clearly "see" the impure and chaotic Spiritual Energy he had just absorbed being forcibly compressed and shattered under the imnse pressure.

Wisps of black impurities were stripped away, then swiftly neutralized and dissolved by the cooling Energy from the Potion.

anwhile, his own Spiritual Power was repeatedly tempered in the process, becoming more resilient and pure.

Ten minutes later, Han Feng took off the helt and exhaled a long, foul breath.

His ntal fatigue vanished, replaced by an unprecedented sense of clarity and power.

He didn’t even rest, rely replacing the Spirit Coins in his Calm Heart Pendant before walking back to the doorway to continue "fishing."

Hunt. Absorb. Refine. Purify.

Like a tireless precision machine in pursuit of ultimate efficiency, Han Feng flawlessly executed this insane cycle.

Inside the stone house, everyone watched this scene in silence.

If they had been shocked by Han Feng before, now what they felt was a deep, visceral awe.

’This kind of masochistic Cultivation thod...’

’Is he even human?’

’He’s a Cultivation monster in human skin!’

The minutes and seconds of the Gray Period ticked by.

In a corner of the stone house, the pile of ash from the burnt Spirit Coins grew ever higher.

In the expensive case, the supply of light-blue Potions dwindled, one vial after another.

anwhile, Han Feng’s Spiritual Strength was skyrocketing at a terrifying pace.

Three hundred...

Three hundred fifty...

Four hundred...

As he downed the eighteenth Potion, a faint glimr of light appeared in the east. The Gray Period was about to end, and Han Feng’s Spiritual Strength finally reached an unimaginable critical point.

[Spiritual Strength: 499]

’Just one more point, and I’ll be able to cross that threshold.’

Han Feng exhaled a foul breath and activated the Refining Device once more.