"You try it," Zhang Rongfang looked at Hongye.
The latter hesitated not, stepping forward, raising an arm into the celestial light.
Instantly, her arm began to blacken rapidly, emitting white smoke, growing finer and finer.
In no time, the entire arm snapped off, crashing onto the ground.
Hongye hurriedly retreated to the shelter area, her face turning pale, growing a new arm.
"If it were simply the temperature, it shouldn't have destroyed my arm so quickly. There's something within this light that utterly destroys all vitality."
Zhang Rongfang nodded slightly.
"Continue exploring the surroundings, report any anomalies."
"Understood."
Hongye nodded.
Zhang Rongfang glanced at the endless stream of Super Grade Grandmasters of the Great Spirit emerging from the passage. Under the arrangement of each Bright God, they received black shell cloaks grown on the blood carpet, embarking on exploration missions outside.
