Before Jiang Lan, a blood-red mist billowed, so thick it was like a crimson domain, Immune to All Laws.
The boundless divine light rained down but seemed to be blocked by the blood-red mist, unable to advance another inch.
Some Talisman Treasures became tainted by the blood-red mist and let out a hiss. The Runes within them rapidly and inexplicably dissipated. In the blink of an eye, they lost their spiritual power and plummeted to the ground.
At the same time, a low, trembling roar echoed through the Void.
Countless threads of the blood-red mist seemed to come to life. At his Heart Thought, they moved like rain, like swords, like blades—whistling as they slashed down, easily piercing the bodies of the Ten Thousand Laws Sect Disciples.
Concealed by the blood-red mist, Jiang Lan's face grew paler, and waves of draining dizziness washed over him.
Manipulating such a vast and boundless amount of Life Force was, for now, a bit of a strain for him.
