With the snowy peak volcano and the vast forest as the backdrop, Gerein and Jaina appeared majestically in the skies above the Sangri Continent.
The drizzle continued to fall softly, washing away the scorched black and bloodstains on the ground, while the beautiful scenery in the distance remained hazy.
Gerein's massive dark red skeleton was newly covered in a mysterious gem-blue luster. Around its head was a seaweed-shaped bone crown, and its claws had transformed into two blue tridents, with sharp cold glimmers flowing from the blades.
Jaina's body had turned pure silver, enveloped in circles of dazzling halos. Each of her nine heads sprouted pairs of black coiled horns, and terrifying bone spikes lined her sturdy legs.
Raindrops gently brushed across Yi Tiao's face, leaving him and a few proprietresses astonished and speechless.
