Apart from the three people in the center of the vortex, they all stood still, not moving an inch, even maintaining the same pose as just a moment ago, as if nothing had happened.
About a dozen seconds later, the tall and skinny one and the short fatty both silently collapsed backward, never to stand up again.
The surroundings were gloomy and utterly silent; Ling Zhenfei just sat down directly on the ground.
He knew he had succeeded, but he was barely any different from being dead now.
The Northern Spiritual Energy produced by the Riming Flower had been completely depleted with the sixth punch of the Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists just now. Now, there was only a little bit of Northern Spiritual Energy left in his body, and it was slowly fading away.
Ling Zhenfei knew that it was the side effect of the Riming Flower. Even if he wasn't doing anything now, he couldn't channel the Northern Spiritual Energy anymore.