Visible to the naked eye, She Pan's spiritual pressure state was clearly at the True Martial Second Realm, but his aura was gradually becoming terrifying, soaring close to divinity, spreading an ancient and wild vast breath.
Ri Nuom had not yet stabilized his injuries when he sensed a shadow attacking from behind. His eyes darkened, "Seeking death."
"Boom!!!"
Space trembled, dazzling divine light flooded into He Jianzhu's eyes, obscuring Xia Feng's vision.
She Pan's state was clearly not right; he seemed to be borrowing the power of some mysterious existence.
Seeing this, Xia Feng understood, secretly waiting for his chance. He was not the only one waiting for Lord Peach Blossom and Ri Nuom to both suffer injuries.
He directly chose to give up on resurrection.
Watching further.
She Pan, focusing on a distant man in black dressed with a Nuom mask, twisted his neck left and right, his lips excitedly curling up, feeling himself invincible at that moment.
