Chapter 185: Master, Please Accept Your Disciple's Bow!

As another silver needle fell into place, Atreus Lyson immediately circulated the Spiritual Power inside him. He could feel the congealed blood in Trevor Scurr's brain loosening under the repeated impacts, breaking apart bit by bit as it dispersed. The process, however, chewed through his focus like a grinder. Damn it. He really was still too weak. Before he could fully scatter the clot, nearly half of the Spiritual Power in his body had already been drained. His vision even blurred for a moment,...