At the same time.
Su Chen was tightly holding Zhao Lingxi's hand.
He was frantically pouring the Chaotic Current into Zhao Lingxi's body.
Meanwhile, Shen Yiyao was incredibly nervous. Zhao Lingxi looked terrifying, as if he had suddenly turned into a demon, and Su Chen was beside him, holding his hand—ultra dangerous, extremely dangerous.
Yet Su Chen was calm, a quiet confidence about him.
Inside, the Divine Mansion had already spun to the ultimate level.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
...
Seconds felt like years.
Everyone was so nervous they forgot to breathe.
Everyone's eyes were fixed, unmoving, staring at Su Chen and Zhao Lingxi.
About ten breaths later.
Zhao Lingxi's increasingly dark, violent, insane, irrational aura suddenly... suddenly stopped gathering momentum and advancing, as if it had seen a ghost. It was forcibly suppressed.
