Blue arc sweeps across the sky, green lotus quietly blooms!
Yet within this blue arc, at the place of the lotus leaf, there are strands of blood red, making many stop in their tracks, stunned.
"Courting death!"
Suddenly.
An angry roar exploded from the sky.
The one who made this sound was none other than Luo Qianshan!
Because after the blue arc swept through the sky, it didn't just leave a charming arc; it also took away Lin Yehong's life. There was a thumb-sized blood hole in Lin Yehong's chest, pouring out fresh blood, occasionally spurting like a small fountain.
Already dispirited due to the failure, Lin Yehong, feeling the rapid loss of his vitality and the intense pain from his chest, looked down at the bleeding wound. At that moment, many thoughts flashed through his mind.
There was unwillingness.
There was helplessness.
And a sense of regret.
