Amidst the purple clouds, there seemed to be a tinge of regretful sigh, and the purple light pillar moved again, enveloping Huangfu Jiangu.
A flash of joy flickered in Huangfu Jiangu's eyes as he saw the purple light pillar shift over, and he quickly calmed his mind, closing his eyes.
On the platform, Liu Ming's gaze flickered before he sighed.
From the earlier situation, it seemed Zhao Qianying was nearly chosen by the purple light pillar, but ultimately missed the chance with regret.
At that moment, his expression suddenly changed, as a sudden heat surged within him, with an inexplicable flow of power gushing out from nowhere, swiftly coursing through the meridians in his body.
This torrent of power was unlike any magical force, somewhat akin to the power of the True Demon's blood which had fused into him in the past.
"What's going on!" Liu Ming's face changed drastically, but he immediately realized that it felt as though his body had stiffened, unable to even move a finger.
