The sudden turn of events stunned everyone in the midst of the chaotic battle within the Earth Palace, plunging them into a brief, deathly silence.
No one had expected someone else to be here.
In the crumbling, collapsed passageway.
Jiang Lan stood there, wisps of crimson haze swirling around him like steaming vapor.
His face was obscured and blurry, with only a pair of eyes showing through, exuding indifference.
'I didn't sense his aura at all before. And there's another passageway over there...'
Even Ye Ming, who was fighting the disciples from the Ten Thousand Laws Sect, looked grave. His mind raced as he sent an opponent flying with a palm strike, then drifted a short distance away to observe the situation.
Above one of his palms, a crimson pattern shimmered faintly, from which the aura of a soul seemed to emerge.
His gaze was filled with apprehension as he looked deeper into the Earth Palace, at the slender figure shrouded in crimson haze.
