Xu Shan's mouth hung open, drool and sweat dripping continuously as his spirit teetered on the brink of collapse, his consciousness gradually becoming muddled.

He still hadn't successfully transformed, despite his spiritual power being drained so much each time and having clearly used it. What part of the process was going wrong?

Why? Why!

Could it be that his Spark Lens was a knockoff? But what difference does a knockoff have from the real deal, Fing Hell!