Bie Yanghong was heavily injured, his actions very slow. Chen Changsheng could easily avoid the finger, but he did not, because he trusted Bie Yanghong.
It was hard to see what Wuqiong Bi was thinking as she bore witness to this sight, but it was easy to see her shock. She wanted to stop her husband, but she remembered Bie Yanghong's earlier words and did not dare to act.
A warm, gentle, and pure Qi, like a fine wine, traveled through the tip of Bie Yanghong's finger into the center of Chen Changsheng's brow.
The sea of consciousness was beneath the center of the brow, or else the distance between Nanke's eyes would not have been getting larger and larger.
Countless rays of light illuminated Chen Changsheng's gloomy sea of consciousness and then transformed into countless images.
These were the scenes of Bie Yanghong's battle on the cliff and in the sky with the two Angels of Sacred Light.
These scenes were so vivid that they appeared to be taking place right before his eyes.
