The red-purple currents are as fine as strands of hair, divided into thousands, even millions of channels, each swirling and fluctuating, as if they are about to engulf the entire swamp, radiating in all directions. Wherever they reach, life is extinguished, leaving only the scent of death.
The onlooking State Sons, almost each and every one of them, are exerting all their power to hold up their Mysterious Qi Protective Barriers. Some have even had to bring out their treasures and hidden cards to barely withstand the fluctuations of the red-purple strands of energy.
At the same time.
"Step... step..."
Su Chen steps back four times in quick succession.
With each step, a profoundly deep footprint is left behind, with each step, more blood is coughed up, with each step, his face turns a shade paler.
