The next moment, the light of the Glazed Shadow Lamp faded away, leaving only a momentary shadow that also turned to dust.
"Boom——!!!!"
Chen Kuang witnessed the power of a self-destructing Saint… No, it was someone at the Profound Profound Realm.
It was like a star falling, the sun and moon perishing together.
Even though Chen Kuang had previously distanced himself sufficiently, in just that instant, he felt as if his organs were crushed by a massive hammer weighing thousands of pounds.
"Pfft!"
Chen Kuang's face turned pale as he spat out blood, but he was never afraid of physical injuries, enduring them with gritted teeth.
At this moment, what pained him most was his severely wounded soul.
The pain, usually bearable, almost caused him to faint.
Fortunately, a pair of delicate hands caught him, and he was embraced in a soft hug.
