Under the piercing mystic light, the four of them had to avert their gaze, dodging the glare's assault.
An anticipated surge of vastness came through, with connections ceaselessly bursting open.
Lu Mingshu raised her hand, conjuring mystic light, while the ring on her hand transformed it into a pale golden light domain, blocking the oppressive waves of force that bore down.
At this moment, there was no way to distinguish techniques; whether it was the elders from Seven Truths Platform or the barbarian Great Witch, they used whatever methods they could deploy in a wild bombardment.
A strong attack always has an end, and slowly, the noise subsided.
As the rolling Yin Energy dissipated a bit, everyone looked up, only to be greatly shocked.
Yue Lingyin pointed at the deep pit, her voice trembling, "He's... he's alive..."
