As the Pseudo Heavenly Dao spoke, a clear image suddenly materialized before Lu Sangjiu's eyes.
In a dark cave, Duan Xingyun lay there, his clothes torn and his face pale. He was covered in large patches of blood, almost completely lifeless.
Beside him, Li Qiancheng had a full head of white hair and a face covered in wrinkles. He lay there, his breathing faint, like an old man on the verge of death.
And then there was Shen Yuzhao... He was charred black from head to toe, burned almost beyond recognition. She could only faintly sense a sliver of Spiritual Energy protecting his Elixir Field Heart Meridian.
Finally, there was Luo Linlang. She had practically become a person of blood, covered in horrific wounds with almost no part of her body left unscathed. She was just barely hanging on by a thread.
Next to them, Lu Sangjiu also saw herself.
