But this tiny Shallow Glaze Flower... is already on the brink of calamity, losing its spiritual glow.
Even if Lotus Ancestor can survive this tribulation, this Shallow Glaze Flower is afraid...
"Alas..."
He Bo, Qing Zhu, and others all sighed deeply, unable to bear looking further.
"It's alright."
Su Changqing smiled softly, gently touching the petals of the Shallow Glaze Flower, whispering:
"I will save you."
As his words fell, Su Changqing's palm landed straight on the robust lotus stem.
Boom!
An indescribable aura of evil erupted skyward, causing all flora within a hundred miles to wither and decay instantly.
In the face of this disaster for the plant spirits, even He Bo and the others found it intolerable.
"Release the suppression of the Heavenly Pestilence, allow Its emergence."
Su Changqing's hair danced wildly, a dim silver light appeared between his brows.
Under that weak light, none of the reeking auras could harm him in the slightest.
"Open!"
