Long Tian's form exuded the identical purple energy that enveloped Zhang Jun.
A wicked grin etched its way across his face as he envisioned the might capable of summoning a meteor.
With each passing second, the purple energy grew more intense, surging like a turbulent tide.
Oddly, in this heightened state, Long Tian perceived no surge in power – an unnaturally normal sensation that unsettled him.
After a brief interval, the purple energy dissipated entirely. Long Tian's countenance shifted from anticipation to bewilderment and eventually settled into a silent contemplation.
In the ensuing moment, his eyes widened, adopting a vacant expression, and his body seemed to petrify like a statue.
A few seconds later, blood began to stream from his eyes, nose, and ears. Muted groans escaped from his mouth, concealing the pain he couldn't articulate. His figure resembled that of an immobile statue, frozen in agony.
