The Hongmeng Purple Qi stripped away from his body, returning to the Dao Palace before being absorbed into his forehead.
Devoid of the reflection of the purple-gold flames.
The ink-robed figure reverted to the ordinary, seemingly just a reserved and handsome young man.
But the pressure he exerted on the surrounding cultivators was far greater than that of General Dao Hai before him.
The once turbulent expanse of Wang Yang suddenly calmed down.
Only the shallow breathing of the cultivators nearby remained.
Is he dead?
They stared collectively at the figure stained red with blood plasma; his chest still heaving, as if he would burst forth in violence at any moment.
It was a wariness towards the ferocious will of the Aquatic Race from the Dragon Palace.
"..."
Shen Yi casually collected it into his finger ring.
He had never seen a demon revive after the panel provided a notification.
