There's no spring here, but it doesn't matter, for we have Miss Luojia.
He gently held Miss Luojia's hand on his left, feeling the incessant flow of Holy Light coming from the Saintess's body, while the other hand was holding the soft hand of the Morning Star Saintess, channeling the incessant Holy Light into Chenxing's body.
Miss Luojia is the power bank, An Su is the transfer station, and Bone is the electric appliance.
When truly confronting Cersei, An Su must be cautious.
Even though the latter, in order to avoid being expelled into the starry sky by the Star, voluntarily sustained injuries and chose to smuggle herself through, falling from the Demigod Rank, An Su could feel that at this moment, the oppressive force of Princess Cersei was in no way inferior to that of a Demigod!
Blood dripped from Cersei's feet, the surrounding people had all been killed, so the blood was not from others, but from Cersei herself.