The brilliant light dissipated, leaving a pit at least thirty feet deep in its place.
From within the pit, Bai Lian slowly stood up.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
She coughed, looking up to the sky, "If it weren't for this robe, Old Mother would have been done for."
The black robe she wore was clearly a rare Magic Artifact, shielding her from the attack just now. But it was already in tatters at this point, occasionally revealing patches of her snowy white skin.
In Bai Lian's line of sight, a figure wearing the distinctive red and black robe of the Procuratorate, descended slowly from the night sky.
His face was gaunt, with a three-inch thin beard, and even his voice was lean, but his overall presence felt like a tangible force.
"To react in time to my Incandescent Explosion, you're really something. I am curious... who was that person you sent away just now."
His tone shifted suddenly, as he burst forward toward the direction Jiang Wang had fled!
