As he spoke, he noticed a faint purple glow emanating from Fang Ranran's helmet. Instantly, he reached out and grabbed a nebulous purple mist from beside her.
Holy white flames ignited in Lin Rui's palm, refining the purple mist. He said casually, "But don't worry, I have everything under control at the moment."
In reality, it wasn't as easy as Lin Rui made it sound.
These 'spirits' of the ascending races are essentially on par with All Gods, and perhaps even surpass them. Each one is formidable.
These forces failed to penetrate his Primordial Spirit, but instinctively tried to drag him into the Root, also beginning to invade his close companions, leaving no avenue unexplored.
At that very moment, Lin Rui's expression suddenly shifted, looking surprised as he stared into the void.
