Master Guan Yue continued to cast spells, manipulating the Five-Color Altar. The golden array atop the altar had already become dim, and the golden Heavenly Gate above had disappeared.
Yet he did not cease his spellcasting, his hands still rapidly forming seals.
The forceful mana within him surged turbulently, massively authoritative, but Shen Luo could clearly see that his essence blood was almost entirely burnt out, strong on the outside but hollow within, unable to sustain much longer.
Shen Luo inwardly sighed, then shifted his gaze and began to observe the other four individuals.
He had already met Huang Tong Daoist and Fairy Qinglian before, but the bearded old man and the bronze-skinned strongman were strangers to him, so he took an extra moment to look them over.
