Fan Hong could only grit his teeth and endure. He didn't have much courage or ambition, but he did have his pride. Even if he died here, he wouldn't flee in disgrace. That was his bottom line.
Hann Yun, however, wore a look of disgust. Bu Qingyun remained expressionless, but upon seeing Fan Hong's condition, his expression flickered slightly. 'It seems Sect Leader Fan has gone a bit too far. While it's unlikely anything major will happen with the four Sect Leaders acting together, this is the Primordial Land. If a real disaster strikes, no one will have time to worry about Fan Hong.'
Song Yifan moved closer to Wang Meng and Fan Hong, bathing Fan Hong in a white light. Fan Hong instantly caught his breath. 'This light really works!'
Wang Meng's method of protection worked, but Song Yifan's Immortal Light was the perfect counter—an authentic Defense Magic from the Jiuling Sect.
