"What?"
The terror on the faces of the three men running toward her was so genuine and sincere.
'It was as if something terrifying was happening.'
Yu Lan looked down left and right, bewildered.
Droplets of golden tears slid down her beautiful cheeks, landing on the Black Panther and splashing into a hazy, pure Golden Mist.
'What is this?'
Yu Lan reached out a bewildered hand to touch it, clearly not yet understanding what was happening.
At this moment, pure golden tears were falling, one after another, from the beautiful female's eyes.
Her expression was one of profound compassion.
Utter sorrow was etched upon her beautiful face.
This scene fell upon the eyes of the approaching Huo Zhanting, Su Xingye, and Shen Zueran, shaking them to their very core.
'A goddess weeping, a Heavenly God showing mercy... this must be what it looks like.'
The next second, as the golden tears continued to fall, they seemed to be draining Yu Lan's life force along with them.
