Uncle Liang walked forward step by step, getting closer and closer to Ling Chuxi.
Jing Ziyu and the others 'hearts were already in their throats.
But at this moment, uncle Liang suddenly stopped in his tracks. Jing Ziyu, Ling Zhongxiao, and the others all widened their eyes in surprise.
Ling Chuxi's body was burning with a seven-colored flame. Vaguely, the shape of a divine Phoenix appeared.
The blood on his body quickly disappeared, and even the blood on his clothes seemed to have been washed with clean water. There was no blood or dirt, not even a speck of dust.
Ling Chuxi slowly stood up. Her body was shrouded in a layer of Holy brilliance. On her beautiful face, there was no sign of any serious injuries. It was as if she had been reborn from the fire.
