BOOM!
The blood radiance surged menacingly. Like a boundless river, it roared and churned, its surging waves blotting out the sky and the sun.
In Xu Yang's perception, the night sky vanished, replaced by a vast, endless sea of blood that engulfed him from all directions. The oppressive force was so immense that his Primordial Spirit and physical body felt as though they would explode on the spot.
WHOOSH!
It vanished as quickly as it had appeared. It felt like a mere hallucination.
Xu Yang's body trembled as he fell to one knee, vomiting fresh blood. His Primordial Spirit was sluggish, and his body was utterly exhausted. In that brief moment, it was as if he had awoken from a dream, or had just survived a brutal battle, leaving him completely drained.
Late Stage of Golden Immortal!
Xu Yang looked up, trembling. However, he was momentarily stunned. Without him noticing, a familiar and beautiful silhouette had appeared before him.
"Su Yun..."
"Young Master."
