Jian Wushuang appeared out of nowhere and stood in the void. There was a glow that seeped out from the gaps between his fingers and scattered across the entire Whirling Heaven, like golden sand.
The people who were bitterly resisting felt the pressure on their bodies relax. The earth-shaking eight-armed image form actually stopped at this moment. Then, the eight arms retracted and the four eyes closed.
"What, what's going on?"
Chun Qiu was confused at first. Then, he looked at Jian Wushuang, who was standing in the void, surrounded by golden sand-like brilliance, and he understood.
Jian Wushuang had already given him an invisible image of a strong person who could turn the tide and take everything to heart.
The only person who could calm him down was his Imperial Father, Fenghua.
As eight arms image form stopped, the entire Whirling Heaven was on the verge of collapse.
