His Dantian and meridians were nearly torn apart, and the life essence leaked out like a broken vessel.
The internal organs were still burning, the residual heat refusing to cool, gnawing at flesh and blood alike.
If he had not exhausted every last bit of strength to defend—if not for the life-saving sword talisman his master had bestowed, and the top-tier immortal-grade spiritual armor shielding his body—
Today, it would not have ended with severe injuries.
He would have been completely swallowed by that terrifying fireball, erased without leaving a trace.
"Ethan…!"
Luca staggered, clutching his shattered arm. His fingers trembled violently as blood dripped down, hissing upon contact with the scorched ground.
Above his head floated a blue-purple bead.
The bead pulsed with a profound, ancient aura. Purple light spilled outward, runes blooming like ghostly flowers, and a translucent barrier instantly unfolded, sealing Luca within.
The red mist roared.
