The flower bloomed.
Daoist Subhuti watched as the flower bloomed…and then, his gaze grew dim. Although divine power still rippled through his body, his aura of life had completely vanished.
Ji Ning and the others watched from afar, staring hopefully at Old Man Yuan who stood at the center of that giant black lotus. A look of horror appeared on Old Man Yuan's face, and his aura trembled then weakened dramatically.
"He didn't die."
"He didn't die!"
Ning and the others were all stunned. The Immortals and Fiendgods of the Three Realms were in a state of shock.
"He actually didn't die." Daoist Subhuti, back within the Crescent world, let out a soft sigh. His own clone had been instantly slain and so he knew exactly how terrifyingly powerful that flower had been. Old Man Yuan, however, had actually been able to withstand it.
