The Black Robed Man sighed, realizing it was difficult to persuade Su Ming'an.
He seemed to want to explain something, but in the end, he closed his mouth.
In the underground passage, Su Ming'an walked forward holding the Rin Clan, and the atmosphere was very silent.
"Click!" Suddenly, a golden palm slammed down, and the intense heat instantly melted the surrounding stone walls.
An icy, divine pair of eyes opened and closed, locking onto Su Ming'an's position.
... They caught up!
Su Ming'an's hair stood on end, and in an instant, white tendrils sprouted crazily from his back, transforming into blooming flowers that wrapped around him, isolating the sudden surge of heat.
"Swish!"
With a spatial displacement, he transmitted out of the passage and into the scorching air, seeing the sky stained crimson like blood. The first ray of morning light on the horizon resembled flames, exuding an ominous aura like fresh blood.
He saw a divine statue.
