So, when Xie Tian's face showed a hint of pride and joy, he suddenly became furious and decisively emptied the Absolving Sacred Water.
Unexpectedly, as the pool emptied, his heart also felt empty in an instant.
Fortunately, the eight holy battles brought him back to his senses. He coldly glanced at the false Rakshasa who narrowly escaped death, then disappeared.
The crescent blade left, but a part of his consciousness inexplicably lingered in the Sacred Fire Hall.
Even he himself didn't know why he acted this way.
Then, he saw those blood-red eyes change from joy to shock, and then as lifeless as if dead.
His heart throbbed with pain once again.
Seemingly to dispel this pain, he focused his attention on the demonic body being burned by the flames of the Holy Pattern.
"A decent body, seemingly mediocre, but actually full of endless potential... Hmm? Why does this body feel somewhat familiar to me..."
