"Forgive me, Ancestor!"
A cold voice echoed in the dark cavern, followed by a burst of blue light that appeared and slowly dissipated after a moment.
In the center of the cavern, the Heavy Pupil Youth lifted his head with eyes closed, his body covered in blood, a fist-sized hole in his chest, and wings on his back violently torn, exuding an aura of weakness.
However, as the Bloodline Power from the bronze fragments surged forth, the torn wings on his back began to regrow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the hole in his chest healed rapidly.
In just a few breaths, the Heavy Pupil Youth's aura returned from weak to mighty, and on his forehead, a flesh seam slowly appeared as if something was about to be born from it.
"Demon Ancestor Gu Jia!!!"
The Heavy Pupil Youth roared furiously, his eyes filled with hatred almost tangible, his entire aura surging and causing the cavern to shake violently.
