Poof~
After transforming the eight-wing angel into powder, Xu Linglan finally couldn't hold on and spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing weakly.
At this moment, her face was not just pale but had already shown a tinge of earthy color.
Just as she was about to fall to the ground, a strong arm suddenly caught her, pulling her into an embrace.
"Ye Haochuan, are you alright?" Xu Linglan was surprised with a hint of delight upon seeing him.
"I'm fine! And don't worry, you'll be okay too!" Ye Haochuan's breath was chaotic, clearly his injuries were not mild, but if observed carefully, his complexion was rapidly improving.
"Good to know you're okay, good to know!" Xu Linglan forced a smile, then weakly lamented, "It's a pity I won't be able to see the day the Holy See falls."
Shattering the Holy See had been her life's wish, and she had worked tirelessly toward it.
