336 Primordial Spirit Potential

At that moment, within Zhou Bai's sea of consciousness, there were several streams of white airflow, which were the diminished luck of Cang Ming.

On the other side, there was also a faint stream of purple-red airflow, which was the diminished luck of Ming Yue.

With a thought, Zhou Bai's Catastrophe Primordial Spirit, which looked very much like him, opened its mouth and sucked in that stream of white luck into the Primordial Spirit.

In an instant, Zhou Bai felt as if he had swallowed a mouthful of strong alcohol into his stomach, a bursting sensation spread out within his Primordial Spirit, and then slowly got tempered, fused, and absorbed by his Primordial Spirit power.

After about ten minutes, the bursting feeling slowly dissipated, and Zhou Bai looked at his own Primordial Spirit, which seemed to have become more lustrous. When he operated his Primordial Spirit power, it felt more agile and lighter than before.