Watching the rapidly dispersing body of the Sacred Dance in front of him.
Zhang Rongfang frowned slightly and turned to look at Yue Dewen.
"Master, it seems he's not dead."
"Nonsense! Of course he's not dead! That was just a projection of the Saint, possessing the Sacred Dance!" Yue Dewen sat cross-legged in the blood water.
A large area of the Blood River was still swirling around him, the thick blood water rising like a living creature, extending tendrils to fend off the surrounding blue-eyed stone men.
Now that the Sacred Dance was dead, all the blue-eyed stone men suddenly stopped, ceasing all movement, becoming completely still.
The thousands of stone men within the cave instantly fell into complete silence, returning to the previous tranquility.
"Master, are you okay? Are you dying?" Zhang Rongfang flapped his wings, flying to Yue Dewen, asking worriedly.
