As the other disciples and allies, carrying a complex mix of exhaustion and victory, helped the injured retreat to the makeshift safe zone in the rear,
the core battlefield, ravaged after extensive combat, suddenly fell silent, leaving only the strong scent of blood and the charred smell of rampant energy in the air.
Lin Chen and four others stood amid the ruins, their gazes focused on the area where Qin Shaoshao was looking—it was where the massive body of the Tree Ancestor had finally collapsed and disappeared.
At this moment, the radiant gold-red blood of the Phoenix was everywhere, but it didn't solidify and dim as usual. Instead, it seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, beginning to flow in an eerie manner!
Crackle—
In the subtle sound, all the scattered true Phoenix blood converged like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, forming streams that rapidly gathered towards a central point, ultimately forming a vortex emitting a scorching and sacred aura.
