No matter if they were from the Outer Sect, Inner Sect, or true inheritors, under Song Yin's gaze at that moment, each and every one of them erupted in White Fire.
The lighter cases cried out in sorrow once, rolling all over the ground.
Lingdang was no exception; her usually smiling little face collapsed instantly, as she cried and howled chaotically amidst the White Fire.
The more serious cases... they simply fell down.
As for Xiahou Chi, he actually didn't feel much of anything.
At the moment the White Fire ignited on him, his eyes rolled back, and he straight up collapsed.
The other thirty-six people weren't much different, falling even faster than he did.
As for whether it was painful, only they knew.
However, even though they were unconscious, their bodies would occasionally twitch as if they were suffering agonizing pain.
In the scene, only two people were unaffected.
One was Sun Jiubei.
Every time he saw this scene, he felt curious.
