C381 Battlefield

As Chen Hao spoke, he swung his right hand, and dozens of things that looked like butterflies flew out from his palm. These were his soulspring, or rather, his spiritual imprints. Previously, he had to fix his spiritual energy on other things, but now, he didn't need to. He was basically able to ensure the stability of his soulspring, but the problem was still the same as before. It was too short