Boom!
Yan Sen punched, scattering the rubble, his body covered in blood yet still emanating an intimidating aura.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, suspiciously touching his chest.
He searched with his Divine Sense, but found nothing, and only then did he instinctively look at Zhou Qing.
Zhou Qing and Lu Yaoyao still stayed within the Array, not turning around, staring at the six-colored light pillar.
"An illusion—" he muttered to himself and then looked at Yan Weiyi.
"Uncle Eight—" Yan Sen called out and hurried over.
As Yan Weiyi got up, blood foam uncontrollably seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He waved his hand, unable to suppress the excitement in his hoarse voice.
"Never mind, since it's an adventure, the risk is expected. Fortunately, it's all worth it; we finally reset that Spirit Seal to its initial state."
