The heavenly vine, with its entirely golden body and exuberant leaves, was absorbing the starlight.
The spiritual battlefield was like a floating island at the top of the heavenly vine. The leaves next to it were moving, and the vines wound around it in layers. It was very bizarre.
Right now, the situation on the battlefield had reversed. The Deity saint's palm was almost ripped apart and bleeding as he shot away at lightning speed.
Luo Hong had a terrible look on his face because Chu Feng—who was being suppressed and couldn't operate his energy smoothly—had actually counterattacked and caused him to take a huge loss.
This wasn't Chu Feng's first strike, but rather several strikes in a row. And it caused lacerations to appear on Luo Hong's shoulders, arms, palms, and one of his legs—he had suffered a heavy blow.
