"Is it this serious?!"
Zhou Qing followed the Spirit Severing Realm cultivator just stepping into the passage, and the scene before his eyes made his pupils constrict sharply.
The severely injured Ji Yunluo's aura was wilting, and the spatial rift was expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, with dark spatial cracks spreading along the edges.
The situation was urgent, so he immediately transformed into a streak of purple-gold Thunder Light and shot across.
The Thunder Arc exploded in the passage, momentarily halting even the violent spatial turbulence in its path.
"Swish!"
Tens of thousands of Spirit Seals burst from within him, each one exuding a unique Dao rhythm.
Among these Spirit Seals, aside from the few he comprehended himself, the vast majority were transcriptions of rare sigils left by Master Xuanqing.
Though fewer in number than Ji Yunluo's, their quality was several levels higher.
