Feng Yun looked at Xiao Qi, who was crying, with amusement in his eyes, and said, "If my guesses are correct, there are two types of energy used by ability users."
Wiping his tears, Xiao Qi asked curiously, "What energy?"
After finishing the water, Feng Yun felt the overwhelming negative emotions in his mind lessen. He pointed at the soldiers and replied, "The energy they use and the energy we use to control our space are different."
"How do you know?" Xiao Qi asked again.
Feng Yun thought for a while before explaining, "When I create a space crack, my body feels pain, and I get severe headaches after using up my energy, but my mind is clear, and my emotions are stable. The energy absorbed from the crystals can recover the lost energy and lessen the pain."
"But when I use the boulder to smash the zombies, my body feels nothing. However, overusing space to take out and collect the boulder makes my mind clouded, and negative thoughts surge into my head."
"From what I know, thoughts and the mind are connected to mental health. If we use that as a basis, then accessing space must be consuming our mental energy."
"Meanwhile, using our space ability to create the space crack consumes our ability energy. That's why our bodies are fine, but our minds are affected when we overuse our spaces."
After hearing his explanation, Xiao Qi looked at him and said in disbelief, "According to your words, don't we turn into idiots if we keep using our spaces?"
Feng Yun chuckled at his words and shook his head as he said, "I have no idea. But after draining my energy and recovering it, I can feel that something is expanding inside my body."
"The second time I absorbed energy, I needed more crystals than the first time. Perhaps the amount of energy our bodies can store increases each time we drain and recover it."
"Maybe overusing our space will not affect us in a bad way. Who knows, we might even gain something unexpectedly from continuing to overuse our space," he added with a smile.
While the two of them were chatting, the soldiers, Jin Xuyan and Jiao Lizhi, were paying attention to their discussions. When Jin Xuyan and Jiao Lizhi heard Feng Yun's words, they were surprised.
They knew all of that information regarding space-type ability because they had lived in the apocalypse for years.
But for Feng Yun, today was only the eighth day of the apocalypse, and he had only just awakened his space-type ability. Yet, he had drawn this conclusion in just a few days.
Just based on his observation skills, he would be able to survive in the apocalypse for a long time.
After another thirty minutes, the soldiers finally couldn't hold on anymore. Even if they continued absorbing the crystal cores, their stamina was still depleted after using their skills nonstop for more than two hours.
It wasn't that their energy was running out, but their hands and arms were sore.
To use and aim their abilities, they needed to wave and raise their arms. If it was for a short period, they wouldn't feel anything, but waving their arms for two hours was too much even for trained soldiers.
Qin Luzi checked the red dots in his mind and said, "Captain, the number of zombies has been reduced by one-third."
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but take a sharp breath. They had killed so many zombies, yet the number had only been reduced by one-third. From this alone, they could guess that the number of zombies was more than 30,000, if not more.
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