Ye Qiu's brows knit tightly together as he exerted all his strength to control the chaotic power within him!
Rumble!
Ye Qiu had done his best, but it was of little use. The violent aura erupted from his body like a long-dormant volcano, forming a storm that spread in all directions.
The power wasn't very strong, yet it shook the statues in the hall, causing them to tremble violently with a low, resonant rumble.
"Hah!"
Realizing the situation was wrong, the Great Success Abbot and Monk Duren simultaneously let out a low shout and stopped chanting.
Subsequently, Ye Qiu's emotions became noticeably more gentle.
The originally blood-red pupils returned to clarity within a few seconds.
The violent aura gradually dissipated too.
"Donor Ye, do you feel any discomfort?" the Great Success Abbot asked with a smiling face.
"Nothing serious, just a little dizzy. I'm going out for a bit,"
Ye Qiu shook his head, finished speaking, and then got up and walked out of the hall.
