Ling Muyao's entire body was glowing red, even his clothes seemed to have disappeared. Duan Yanran knelt on one knee, not daring to make a move, except for the power surging within her — it was futile.
This situation was beyond Duan Yanran's ability to control.
"Pfft!"
Jiang Ke retreated to the palace entrance, unable to hold back the turmoil in his bloodstream, which surged upward, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. He couldn't hold it back.
Thankfully, he wasn't injured; his insides rocked too forcefully, and despite his efforts to calm down, he couldn't avoid spitting blood. Fortunately, he wasn't seriously hurt; it was indeed a blessing among misfortunes.
Tianwu God and Zhan Sheng God watched and hurriedly helped Jiang Ke up, retreating further backward; if they didn't, they would be affected.
"Crash—Crash—"
Suddenly, torrential rain appeared, engulfing the entire deserted area in heavy downpour.
The sky changed dramatically.
