Lan Xihe disliked being seen in such a sorry state; she had gotten used to being invincible after all. Even if she was defeated, she had to make sure she did not look too wretched. At this moment, her shoulders were trembling as she panted for breath; her chest heaved up and down accordingly.
When her breathing finally calmed down, she muttered softly as she lifted her jade-like hand, "Thunderblast…"
On her palm, scorch marks that looked like tree roots could be seen. These were the scars she obtained when resisting the Thunderblast. The marks snaked along the veins on her arms into her body and into her internal organs.
At this moment, her index finger and ring finger suddenly trembled.
The Sun, Moon, and Star Wheel appeared out of thin air in her hand. As the light from the weapon shone on her palm, the Primal Qi and vitality energy outside of the white tower gathered in a flurry.
