White light transformed into a semi-spherical membrane that rapidly expanded, covering an area of more than ten meters around.
Hiss!
Suddenly, the white light membrane was torn from the inside, and Yuan Shihong burst out in a shower of golden radiance, completely unharmed.
"Interesting, Dead Soldiers urging on the 'Luminous Talisman Sword'? Such tremendous power, must be at least twenty exploding together, right?" He looked composed, seemingly unaffected by the explosions, and even Wan'er in his arms was smiling, completely unperturbed.
Before he could finish speaking, he saw several black-clad figures rushing towards him.
"Radiant sun high in the sky!"
These people shouted the inexplicable slogan and pounced on him like madmen, each with poor cultivation, but somehow very fast, as if they had focused only on 'Qinggong'.
Yuan Shihong chuckled, and with a glance, he noticed many more such black-clad individuals emerging around him, their calm expressions tinged with fanaticism.
