"Ye Shidi—!"
Mo Shiyi's face changed drastically when he saw Ye Xiaofan being blown away by the golden blood corpse, coughing up blood with a look of deep worry in his eyes.
Nangong Jianchen also called out softly, doing his best to rush toward that part of the world.
The terrifying figures entangled and blown away by the golden blood corpses were submerged in a sea of corpses, torn apart in an instant.
Meanwhile, as Ye Xiaofan was blown away, countless blood corpses seemed to be 'finishing him off', pouncing on the retreating figure.
"This is what happens when one doesn't know their limits. Fellow disciples, take heed, do not force opportunities that do not suit you."
Many terrifying figures shook their heads continuously, using Ye Xiaofan as a cautionary tale for those around them.
More terrifying figures watched coldly, without any emotional fluctuations.
