In the light sphere, Jiang Wang was almost naked, unable to even form his Xuan Tian Liu Li Gong. Every time a spark of light arose, it was shattered, and the blood all over his body never ceased for a moment, as if he became a man made of blood.
Only the occasional flash of azure silk proved the existence of the Ruyi Immortal Clothes, which under Jiang Wang's full activation, continued to recover. It also proved—this person was still struggling!
Quan Yingyang stepped through the air and stood suspended before the gigantic light sphere, quietly watching Jiang Wang within it. Naturally, there would be no emotions like sympathy, only some wariness and reflection—if the younger generation of the Human Race were all like this, how would the Demon clan survive, and what future would there be?
What demon in the Monster Realm resembles this person? He could not think of one at the moment.
